He leaned back with a slight smile. Faced with street cafe was invaded by a group of noisy tourists

- That's what I've always wanted to spend honeymoon in Venice and to send all the postcards of the Grand Canal. I imagine how to write and to end with something like "in Venice with love".
Andra made cappuccino cup on the table and watched gondola passing before them. Beyond running fred the Canal Grande Santa Maria della Salute church dome cut blue sky just like leaflets from the travel running fred agency.
- Not this one with Harlequin living statues scare me. Look better picture of Piazza San Marco and pigeons. I like my hair.
He leaned back with a slight smile. Faced with street cafe was invaded by a group of noisy tourists with cameras hanging from his neck and yellow hats like pies, all the same. Their guide, a little in front, holding a large umbrella for recognition running fred of same yellow lemon and he spoke in a sung English with Italian accent.
Dani put the phone on the table and lit a cigarette. A sunbeam, slipped through slots awning, bright stripes draw her cheek. Andra slowly sipping coffee on the trail of white foam left by a vaporetto on the Grand Canal. Rippling water, mixed with the hum of voices, the chatter of cameras, gave him a slight state of torpor.
She does not smoke, but reached for his cigarette and took a puff. A beam of light flashed on the little diamond on her wedding ring when she returned cigarette. "That's the bon-ton" wrote in journals with tips for brides, "Your ring has a small diamond, it's simple." With the index finger of his right hand felt the ring and little diamond running fred in a movement that became tic.
- Pff, I'm sick of this story. That was then. And in fact I think they liked, just not forced running fred anyone to queue. I imagine it's the most beautiful memories of your honeymoon, otherwise I would have told a meeting.
- Hmm ... Dani winced. Coffee was the realization, kids could do anytime. That always said. "Coffee for a year, I got coffee for a year." In all parties, at all occasions was their favorite story. I think the revolution regretted not interested in anyone.
Dani looked at the message running fred and left her eyes on the Grand Canal passing running fred another vaporetto. He smiled slightly. What wonderful days ... mornings lounging tiny hotel room on the fourth floor, no lift, but in Venice who has elevator? And then what does it matter that you did not lift, you open the window and hear the rippling canal, see the little bridge with three steps and wrought running fred iron railings, the house across the street with two statues running fred of angels under the roof, one with a chipped wing that sits always pigeons, windows with wooden shutters running fred and curtains with intricate arabesques. Then walks the streets and canals, water shining in all shades of blue and green, Piazza San Marco with lace arches and columns, elegant dinner at Cafe Florian with strings and waiters swish. And nights, running fred the sounds of the night in Venice, so different from the din days. Rippling water, rustle oars when passed by a narrow boat channel, the clicking heels on the bridge, a few piano chords in the wind. The sounds of love and happiness.
They had met less than a year ago, when she was hired at the company where he worked for some years. Dani was project running fred leader, she worked in marketing. It had been love at first sight. In less than two months he moved on and everyone was of the view that perfect pair. Beautiful, smart, ambitious. The future was theirs.
And then, for no particular reason, the dreams started. The first were ordinary dreams, who puzzled her just because she does not usually dream. When he woke up the morning remained running fred an incomprehensible fear he could not explain, after disturbing dreams had nothing in them.
A quiet hill town, where on clear days can see mountains. Grandparents room with a sofa that little grandmother sits and knits day and night banging like to sleep. Grandmother embroidered cushions, sewing table, stacks of magazines with models of sweaters, worn carpet and