Alberto

Alberto, the deep psychological insight at the age of 22.

My former student in a famous private school in Palermo

city centre, young and adult learning.

English language lover.

He used to speak English to me.

Large group of people, around 25 of all ages.

 

Following mandatory English lessons courses while keeping

As Salesman job during the day till 5 pm.

Jacket and tie, as Sales man. Commissions earnings.

 

Evening lessons that ended at 21.

While writing on a white board, he used to scrutinize me on the slide,

then turned back to him and watching straight him into his eyes.

Directly my glance into his green eyes. He had a sarcastic smile.

 

An attraction started in 8 months, no one around was aware of it.

One day, quite annoyed and amused at the same time he pronounced

the following words: ‘’Sy, as he used to call me, you want to make love to me’’!

I smiled, and said ‘’perhaps’’.

He confirmed a stormy erotic energy and felt that while I was teaching and talking

to others.

He might have wanted the same, but he said that it was me who wanted,

I did not pronounce any word, he could feel it.

 

Strangely enough he insisted that it was me who wanted to make love to him, not

the other way around!

 

Alberto, liked playing with words, he was a salesman after all.

 

A nice warm evening, he invited me to dinner for a Thursday evening.

Relaxed, jeans and white shirt.

He took me out to a nice trattoria and then we made love, so fast

so crazy, that we had no time to realise it.

Sy, it is easy with you when you like a man, the fastest  act in the world.

 

We made love several times, inside his car in peril, close to the high mountains,

watching the whole Palermo landscape and the sea with lights in the evening.

 

‘’Sy’’ he used to say, ‘’do not fall in love with me, you are going to regret it, please do not’’

age was not an issue for him.

 

My job in those times went on as usual, he was quite often absent to the lessons,

I used to wait him in my mind.

One morning unusual hour, around 11 am, he called me to go to his parent’s house for a sudden

erotic encounter.

I felt somehow uncomfortable. His parents were not home.

Alberto had those sudden urgent need to meet me in that way.

I met the mother around 12. Buongiorno! Name and that’s all.

 

Rented a 2 room mansard flat in Palermo 19^th century building, precarious job,

I did it for me, not for him.

It was crystal clear that we would never live together.

He was living with his elderly parents,

 

Alberto, a deep psychological insight for the age, turned 23.

He spoke loud, clear and tenderly.

He had that psychological insight of women that developed even further in London.

 

 

The fast and passionate erotic encounters went on, that became slower, providing more time

to enjoy.

 

Smoking a cigarette after love in bed, and dreaming a better professional life.

He was convinced that I was a good learner, somehow annoyed by my emotional

attitude on occasions, not an excessive one.

He never spent more than 3 hours in my flat.

He was not supposed to.

His emotional detachment started.

 

I was getting thinner and suffering in silence now.

Short trip to Florence to look for a job.

I was obsessed internally by that already 4 year passion.

 

When I thought I had lost him forever, he came back,

more resuscitated than ever.

 

5 years went by, our lives drifted apart to different directions and nations.

 

He sometimes asked me if I had been sleeping with others, to tell him, If I

had fallen in love, if I was planning to have a child …if if if……

 

Met him in London. Married man, father of a little girl, and  a son only of his wife.

He saw me as a cosmopolitan sort of hybrid mixed woman.

Open minded, but with strong moral integrity.

Bold, too much direct, but beautiful for him.

 

He had met after 10 years of hard work in London, his soul mate, as he said.

 

Conversations in London, he, drinking a beer and smoking his cigarette: ‘’Sy as he used to

call me with affection, from Si, since I could never say NO to him.

Conversations on his house small backyard, small garden, second hand car parked in front.

 

Not mentioned anything about his Polish wife, married in Warsaw. Absolutely nothing.

He showed me the bedrooms, the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, proud of them.

No words about our past passion in Sicily that lasted on and off 5 years.

 

Infront of the exit door, grabbed my bag, before kissing him on his cheek  he said:’’Sy London and

many spots of the UK full of unaware mad people, and I miss my land’s sea.’’!

I would talk to him on the phone 3 years later.

Both his parents had passed away.

Harsh conversation, he used to say: ‘’mazza, are you in the office for the Indians’’?

Good luck, of course I did recognize you at once! Who would not Sy after knowing you

better!