Protagonist

Roger was writing a story, fantasy history, and he was searching an original matter, something that was innovative, and he from some days has crisis of writer, because nothing ideas, nothing argument; he has searched among chronicle and personal experience, but nothing; he was drinking a liquor, when he heard a voice, very clear and distinct, that has said: “Don’t drink foolish”, Roger turns about in the room and he didn’t identify provenience of this voice; he thought that it is certainly effects of whisky, and he seat again and took his pen, in front of white paper, he closed eyes. Somebody was knocking on his right shoulder, he turn immediately and he seen a figure of medieval warrior; he got up immediately and faired: “Who are you?”, and shadow: “Your ideas, you have taught that I could an ancient roman soldiers, so”, and it was a ancient roman soldier with shield, gladius and armor, and: “or I can be a teen of Renaissance, or soldiers of your revolution in 1775, why not? Washington the president, or Amerigo Vespucci, or better Giovanni Caboto, that has landed in Virginia in 1497, and he was the first European that has touched this country, or no?”. Roger was stunned, he looked this figure that changed his body and his cloth very soon, and Roger reacted very impulsively: “Who the fuck are you?”, and shadow looked intensity Roger and: “I am from your brain, I am your ideas, I am you, but with other cloth and voice, and I can suggest to you some matter or history, I am your external fantasy, I live because you want it”, Roger therefore said: “I won’t you”, and shadow while is smelling and flower: “Very good perfume of this flower, why do you don’t give deodorant in this room, and second break to smoker, you are rising your life; what do you think of Hippocrates” and he became soon an old man with bard very long and tunic, in conformity ancient cloth. Roger by now habited of this presence seated and said: “What do you want?”, and shadow: “I want that you write an history very original, and you must write it about me”, Roger looked shadow and said: “I can write about Hippocrates and Caboto, Vespucci, Washington and other, what do you think?”, and shadow: “You haven’t understood a the fuck, in conformity to your habit”. Roger very hungry: “How can I write about you, I don’t know you?”. Shadow while looked the wall of room and painting, answered: “Do you ask me it? You are the write, you must find a story and in this tell we are protagonist, good lucky love, goodbye”, Roger turned to lector and said: “You are going to know history when I end it. Goodbye!”

Alessandro Lusana