to get their hands on with people who know me and who mysteriously could begin to thin out the invitations after reading these lines ... The demonstration is just that I, for personal conviction and religious precept, I have to write every time I make one.
Now, since this is the first time you mention the subject, understand that it happened to me today for the first time in 3 years. Oh!
in Bologna this morning there were four degrees below zero that one should never, for decency, crossed. At the bus stop was made to wait indefinitely for all this cold and waiting for the hot lattuccio sent down to 5 minutes before the race had a job that does not tell you.
I hold back as I can, even if the gaze on the horizon launched reassures me that since there is a 27 on the way, I could break free and "fade out" before getting on board the vehicle and return an odorless place in civilization.
intestinal compression becomes untenable and I understand that I HAVE to blow their trumpets.
I move away from the rest of the group waiting at the shelter and I play a entusiatico interest in the store window just behind the Chinese trinkets.
walking up and down admiring glittery daisy-shaped ashtrays, plastic cats that greet indefinitely with a leg swinging and chic dog collars reproducing a triple string of pearls. In short, all that stuff, only to see them, well some things easier ...
placed me at the door with a closed folder e. .. I open my personal input on the back ...
In the silence of my heart, I get rid of the internal constraints of the more intangible and ethereal to me after the spirit. A micropropulsione saving, as a single dose of 3 seconds, warm and kind, which immediately gives relief to my buttocks are cold: my little imitation on two feet of a pipeline Gazprom.
finished to give me air, I'm waiting to get back on the bus, but not before one last look, mostly grateful to the glass door which raised my secret.
The first thought in front of her disappearance was "Shit, I sfrantumata ..."!
Then gaze direction and crossing a little lower than a seienne almond-eyed, for once, especially wide open, 'I'm sleeping in the shop maybe Asian midget with his family or have another entrance and opened from the inside, the my shoulder while I spread fragrance, effluvi e miasmi dritto sul suo bel faccino...
E domani รจ pure il loro Capodanno...
Bella vigilia di merda.
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