Splinters. Maloox in his pocket and a belt holds my head. Every time I take it off, it's good will that no pain, narrow skull inside a nutcracker in the first generation.
I had more discussions in the last week in the last year. I have three broken shards of glass in the last 24 hours, a precious relic of my marriage that was. The kitchen floor is a sea of \u200b\u200bshards, transparent, background, shiny, light green, thick glass that fine a couple of inches, then crumbs, dust, sharp everywhere in the material, hands, under the skin, sparkle cookies, yum yum, but they are sweet! Brush them as if they were dirty shoes, and you stuck with the shards, then tap to throw them away, too bad!, Other than those we have already eaten, cache vetr'e all, it will be a bit 'of stardust hurt us in the guts .
Lately things have not gone well.
Here. The
sediolina yellow. In the bell jar, like a saint. I turn around, and yet she turns around. Rough-painted brush strokes, small. The design came out from the sheet to be caught. That the real things they touch. More than happy to give me destroys me, makes me want to chew and to lengthen hands.
Books Final evening of front-wheel drive. I have two chips planted under the left foot, the take off with tweezers, is a hidden trench, another in the palm of his right hand, index finger: Pleasure - sorry - Letters - Love - Marriage ... is the second toe: sorry. There. It's time. You have to go. I have to laugh, and the final, unfounded. That is, after there is no more (come on, come on Ro! ... Tonight is all over ...).
Then, I go.
All the windows, but all I say, swept away by suction, dissolved.
Sergio is not there.
The gate is closed. The custodian to limp across the gate and no one decides to open a young boy with his eyes full of wonder and accent polluted, standing here waiting in the street by four. In the afternoon. But it was the SE-i! SE-not to say! Ahhh.
has come too Gigino, keyless, all closed off, and another pair of young hopefuls Baol bold. And then, here. We are open. I
twenty armored bear who knows quell'utero watch in paper, toner and Minke which is my office, is that it is the only hole where I can hole up. The final preparations.
Sweet sweet, the Auditorium is filled with voices and sweat. It was hot. One Saturday afternoon to spend at the park. Instead we all here. All no. There are two defections, a captured time, is Valeria Parrella, she is missing. The other no smell of abandonment, but never mind. Female lone adult there. If there were, it would be a pet, but it's secluded and wild beast, wary, alert, fierce when needed.
Head does the honors of the house, this place is ours tonight, is great and we are all fine.
The first to speak is a big shot. Prison. Magistrate Monitoring is an important intervention , dense, perhaps necessary, but very, very long. Then came the turn of the Political. That speaks well, that is law. Well. A speech as it should. What is there. On the sheet. Does anyone wonder. To what duties, that speech. Tonight.
Gone are the customary greetings, we begin the rest of us.
Leads Star braids, casual, humorous, simple, it is even on time!
Sergio has tips for new shoes that shine like the whites of the eyes, I look at me, and I look at the shoes, which are equal to mine, but my not shine anymore. Five players willing
make a presentation to the five writers, some are more beautiful, some less, much less, I vote Piero! The writers I think you are stupid, raining books, and t-shirts, and sedioline. It quotes. Between his teeth. The meshes with the above sediolina yellow and a sentence for each novel, are the most happy that we have produced, all the want, all they ask, do some marketing under the table in exchange smiles and pats bastard, and I prefer Held Kollettivo that you want? , everyone has their own tastes, and by mid evening are already finished!
And then, the best moment is definitely one of Baol Award. The Auditorium is a colored square and foreign, creative, comprehensive, and young. Sergigno reaches the lectern and said, gesturing wide and looking straight ahead, as always, call the winners and losers, he seizes her from afar, from the fifth and fourth places ex fair, the second ... third ... and First! I've read them all, some effort to get to page 2, but some other beautiful. Really. I'm one that puts even the honors!
Leads Star braids, casual, humorous, simple, it is even on time!
Sergio has tips for new shoes that shine like the whites of the eyes, I look at me, and I look at the shoes, which are equal to mine, but my not shine anymore. Five players willing
make a presentation to the five writers, some are more beautiful, some less, much less, I vote Piero! The writers I think you are stupid, raining books, and t-shirts, and sedioline. It quotes. Between his teeth. The meshes with the above sediolina yellow and a sentence for each novel, are the most happy that we have produced, all the want, all they ask, do some marketing under the table in exchange smiles and pats bastard, and I prefer Held Kollettivo that you want? , everyone has their own tastes, and by mid evening are already finished!
And then, the best moment is definitely one of Baol Award. The Auditorium is a colored square and foreign, creative, comprehensive, and young. Sergigno reaches the lectern and said, gesturing wide and looking straight ahead, as always, call the winners and losers, he seizes her from afar, from the fifth and fourth places ex fair, the second ... third ... and First! I've read them all, some effort to get to page 2, but some other beautiful. Really. I'm one that puts even the honors!
After the gifts Baol the room a little empty, but as we finished, Cotroneo won with just one point away from the big difference, and this was known, I pretend nothing, really do not think but in the end, the Beast absent, he would like to be here, I think, just had to move to close the pack, the rest would follow. Superman does not talk much and smiles and runs well after the toast, do not have time to say goodbye. There is confusion, champagne, nuts and pizzelle, thanks, congratulations and good luck and cracks, a T-shirt, two shirts, three!, but are over, I'm sorry, we no longer (veramente!) and intermittent cold neon I frays thoughts. Sergio's bag is here, the band of black wool sweater and the extent, that of marriages and official occasions, as he is, Tom Thumb, leaves traces of his presence around, so who wants to find it, I pick up the pieces as I do with my two, and I go out, this Library is beautiful tonight, sin'a should be open tomorrow morning, let us enjoy the finale tonight's over, now is a dark, warm, late this summer to die, but die, are all Kollettivo exploded everywhere, shining like the glass on the floor of my house, "We Ro ..." comes up to me, thanks, I offer him his things, "thanks Ro ... 's over. H to see?, We did it ... "em'abbraccia, but it's a Mr. embrace, looking more beautiful still of his new shoes, ev'ho said it all!
Jar (ex) Punk
Sunday, October 26, 2008, at 15:54. Standard Time
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