The Ball
Книга "The Ball", автором которой является Erik Pethersen, представляет собой захватывающую работу в жанре Зарубежная психология. В этом произведении автор рассказывает увлекательную историю, которая не оставит равнодушными читателей.
Автор мастерски воссоздает атмосферу напряженности и интриги, погружая читателя в мир загадок и тайн, который скрывается за хрупкой поверхностью обыденности. С прекрасным чувством языка и виртуозностью сюжетного развития, Erik Pethersen позволяет читателю погрузиться в сложные эмоциональные переживания героев и проникнуться их судьбами. Pethersen настолько живо и точно передает неповторимые нюансы человеческой психологии, что каждая страница книги становится путешествием в глубины человеческой души.
"The Ball" - это не только захватывающая история, но и искусство, проникнутое глубокими мыслями и философскими размышлениями. Это произведение призвано вызвать у читателя эмоциональные отклики, задуматься о важных жизненных вопросах и открыть новые горизонты восприятия мира.
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original title: la palla
first edition: 23/12/2020
© Editrice Hencos
https://editrice.hencos.it
title: the ball
en-version 1.0 21/12/2021
translation by Emanuela Paganucci
published by © Tektime
https://www.traduzionelibri.it/
cover design: Erik Pethersen
This book is protected by copyright law.
Any unauthorized reproduction is prohibited
THE BOOK
After “the pyramid“, “the cone“ and “the sphere“, I entrust Hencos Publishers with my new novel, which is the result of sleepless nights, sluggish days and restless thoughts: a rough diamond, something to take a little at a time.
Erik Pethersen
THE AUTHOR AND HIS BOOK
Born and raised in the Lombardy region, he self-published some short novels, according to unknown and untraceable sources, which happened to be spread, as the author himself corroborates, through sheets of paper handwritten in block letters and printed, using unknown devices, about twenty copies each, which are all missing. After some hesitation, we publish what officially appears to be the first novel written by the author: an introspective journey, at times claustrophobic, through gloomy and bleak landscapes, suddenly broken up by amazing short-lived flashes of light.
Hencos Publisher
THE BALL
ERIK PETHERSEN
INDEX
1 A day in the life
1.2 Life – One
1.3 Impulses - One
2 A day in the life
2.2 Life - One
2.3 Use your illusion - One
3 Breaking into pieces
3.1 Naked and afraid - One
3.2 Jeg faller - One
3.3 A fine day to exit - One
3.4 In hiding - One
3.5 Temporary peace - One
3.6 Lost control - One
4.1 Wishlist - One
4.2 Svartir sandar - One
4.3 Comfortably numb - One
5 Lights and shadows
5.1 Dumb hotel - One
5.2 Hurt - One
6 A brand-new life
6.1 A simple mistake - One
6.2 The call of Ktulu - One
6.3 Fragile dreams - One
7 Ipsa pila
to whom it may concern
1.1 INTRO
I have never seen anything so bright blue.
A pair of sensual and slender legs come out under a feminine torso and end up in two flat black leather boots.
A pale and velvety complexion shows from a V-neck, which restrain a playful vitality, and from her three-quarter sleeves on a pair of thin arms: probably some Fennoscandian genes.
I say «hi» casually.
She answers back showing a beautiful smile with teeth so white that lessen the blue brightness of her eyes.
This magnificent creature gets into the lift before me and stands on one side; I position myself at the bottom, as I do every morning.
The cosiness of this tiny space is suddenly filled with a delicate scent of bitter orange and cardamom. I lose myself in this aroma, while I ask her what floor she is going to. «Seventh floor, please» she says. I press the button, lingering among her sea like and icy colours.
I watch her bring her right hand as far as her shoulder: she twists a strand of her light brown hair around her index finger varnished in black; the other hand slips into one of the pockets of her dark jeans.
She has a delicate, gentle and regular face. She seems to shine with positive melancholy. Number seven lights up; the doors open.
«See you.»
«See you, have a good day.»
The lift goes up as far as the 11th floor.
No, I have never seen anything so bright blue.
1.2 LIFE
1.2 LIFE - ONE
A few more seconds in the lift and I reach my floor. I open the front door; the darkness of a February early morning envelops the office. Before me, a dim and foggy light shows behind the reception desk. A sequence of nine large windows, each measuring one metre and a half in width: beyond the windowpanes and the mist, in the distance, the castle towers over the city.
