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Sarah Conrad is a young woman who followed the illusion of a great love to the point of moving to a foreign country. Despite her feelings and her sacrifices, Sarah sees all her hopes and expectations getting shattered and finds herself fighting the confusion and the lack of meaning her life has taken on. When her existential emptiness peaks, Sarah deliberately decides to disappear to think about her future and to realize what she really wants. Hiding in a small hotel in the city center, she spends her days dragging herself from one hour to the other, from one cigarette to the other. Sarah’s bitter and lonely situation drastically changes when a mysterious man in black, who seems to have such a powerful affinity with the young woman to the point of being able to read her mind, comes into her life. It’s easy for Sarah to see in him the perfect embodiment of that ideal love that, until that moment, had seemed unreachable to her.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
A love stroy
by
Luca Olivieri
Editing:
R. D. Hastur
Cover: Davide Romanini
Translator:
Luca Olivieri
ISBN: 978-88-6817-007-3
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Luca Olivieri (Saõ Paulo, Brazil, 1980), degree in Foreign Languages and Cultures, is a writer and poet. He is the author of the collections of poetry “Lapidi e pettirossi” (Aletti 2002),“Elektro-poems” (Aletti 2004), “Farfalle a impulsi” (Albatros Il filo 2011) and “Petali” Narrativa&poesia 2014). Some of his short stories have been published in the anthologies “dieciminuti” (Leconte 2004) and“Strani bambini” (Mephite, 2008).
How Sarah Conrad turned into a murderer - a love story is his first book published by CEFAC & Arts, for the trade mark Eclypsed Word.
To the Sarah Conrad of this world,
May you find your man in black,
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
Robert Frost - Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
(a love story)
Sarah Conrad had gone missing two days earlier.
It had occurred as she was running her usual errands, during a day which seemed destined to end like any other, instead something had happened, something unexpected and still unclear, even to Sarah herself. One moment she was looking at the goods standing on the shelves, the next, the fragile balance that had, until that moment, held together her world, had fallen into pieces throwing her into some kind of limbo, the apathetic torpor of which had wrapped her as a soft yet gloomy cloak. And in that limbo she had floated uncertain until her encounter with the man in black, two nights earlier.
Now, lying on the soft bed in a hotel room that had certainly seen better days, she woke up relaxed like never in months and, half asleep, she relived as in the sweetest of dreams some images, chaotic and fragmentary, of the events occurred the night before. She forced herself to open her eyes and looked at her watch: ten o’clock only. She was surprised to be awake so early, since she had gone back to the hotel only six hours earlier, one minute more, one minute less. She hesitated a few seconds thinking of the man in black, then decided to get up, moved close to the window, pulled back the curtain a little and cast a glance outside. Nothing relevant: the traffic flew lazily up and down the narrow street that her room overlooked and the noise of the few cars passing by, heading who knew where, lulled her with its hypnotic rhythm so that, for a moment, she thought she was going to fall asleep again, right there, standing by the open window.
