But what about Reyes?, Asked friends of the house apart. Where is he? In the room there was Emma.

Bonis had locked himself in his bedroom as his wife strongly rejected expansions of the future father, who strongly wished holy love and enjoy in company of his wife’s unexpected delight and very welcome news that had to give D. Basilio.

In the absence of his wife, Bonis was content with his humble single bed in that room his own, witnessed so many thoughts, so many dreams, so many regrets, so many pains and humiliations eaten between sobs. His bed was his confidant, his best friend, not the bridal chamber, that of his wife’s room, no, those poor walnut tables, those sheets without lace (lace and lace it gave him the creeps), that blanket of blue flowers , who told him so much poetic and sad, sweet, soft, as in line with the back of his own character. It seemed that by dint of years and years have looked at the flowers, while his thoughts wandered the enchanted world of their dreams, their sorrows, had stuck to the quilt as a veneer of idealism, a kind of blue moss of his dreams …. In short, this quilt, and one from the same design but rosy, were like best friends, confidants that he was missing in the world of the living.

Many times I thought about this: he had, in fact, friends among men, either childhood friends, true, able to understand and capable of self-denial, or friends of manhood …; il suo Mochi expensive .. . Bah, had deceived season. He was a playboy who forgive God. His friends were those things. The mountain on the horizon, the moon, the steeple of the parish, some furniture … colored clothing, used, homespun … worn shoes … single bed especially. These inanimate things, the industry, which corresponded doubted whether Plato an idea for Bonis as souls were paralyzed, they heard, felt, understood … but they could not answer nor sign.

And yet this solemn night, looking at the quilt of blue flowers, fold short humble and clean sheets, soft pillows and narrow, it seemed that everything was smiling with his freshness and his intimate familiarity aspect as he took off the boots and wore slippers. There was complete happiness if your feet are not resting on soft loose cloth slippers.