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Every night in the small town bars, is discussed. Politics, football, women. Every now and then gets a little voice, but just to feel less alone. Often shouting as if they were all deaf. No one who listens, I can feel. What matters is their say, without much thought. He waves his arms, he winks, he mocks. The steel unlikely bartender prepares sandwiches with stale bread, filled with wine glasses, glide between the tables. The life has left him more than thirty years ago, confining between those four walls, where she prepared million cups of coffee and dried billion glasses. In a few days goes on vacation for a week. In Senegal, where, apparently, will attend a course of Voo-du aperitif. On his return will not find anyone. All gone, like magic. The bar will no longer exist, replaced by the headquarters of the Party of Big Cocks, of an absolute majority, after the last election. The Prime Minister, an idiot like you would never have imagined, will launch more incredible. Among those remaining in the collective memory, one of the two weights and measures three hundred and one on the mass murder of free radicals. The Minister of Culture, a semi-literate graduate of Harvard bribing, with a hundred pints of beer, just awarded a peaceful student, will establish Menga Act at all public and private schools and the return of a pen, ink and paper towels to help the beautiful handwriting. The computers will be set on fire, high speed internet with the exception, of course, all the porn sites, considered useful to the education and training of young generations. The Minister of Health, to heal the Budget, will ban the people getting sick and, in agreement with the defense, the weapons will anyone disobey. The pharmacies are closed. In their place will arise Agents for each type of bet. Will be stronger than on who is next executed. The Ministry of Equal Opportunities will be replaced with the more appropriate and more appealing, of Russian Roulette. All will be offered the same opportunity to shoot himself after the row, ordered, to the special branches. The interior minister, a former internee convinced that an alien establish diplomatic relations with all life outside the Earth. In particular, with the planet Saturn. Jupiter will be excluded because they always hog. Venus and Mars will have only five days a week for a visit because, as we all know, Venus and Mars will not get there we go. The Minister of Finance instead of Finance will prepare the weekly finance, considered most certainly tasty and attractive. Other Departments will be deleted. In their place the new Ministry, with Triple Portfolio, the waste. A direct it will be called a lady, including those elected, known for his relationship compulsivo for unnecessary purchases. The Cabinet of the Government is examining the curriculum vitae of the candidates, and news of the corridor, there are rumors that the choice will be difficult. All have excellent chances of getting the coveted post. The new government will work undisturbed forever. The opposition fought continually involved in primaries, always fielded a clam on the front of the confusion, will be photographed and edited by a Panini sticker album never forgotten. Ugly. The Leader of the image will be unavailable most of the mythical, of Pizzaballa.
And our chatter of the bar that happened to? Do not worry, they moved the beds of public gardens without flowers, bring wine from home, continue to debate without saying anything.
The only thing I feel is sadly lack the mythical sandwiches on stale bread the good old days, but in the end, most would not know what to do as a last-minute law has prohibited the use of dentures.

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Geoffrey Butcher.

Attilio was to control himself. But no. He walked like a man possessed houses inhabited by single women jumping from bed to bed. Courting girls and mature ladies, let them go and he would not stop fucking. Each of its gains and fell in love reciprocate by putting passion. Ornamental plants left on tables, writing sentences using heated bathroom mirrors on their lipstick redder, unfasten bras panties ripping singing songs composed just before. Not hardly ever slept. Sometimes I saw three per night. He left shortly after and played by the telephone or the doorbell of another. The opening up all perhaps a little complaining about the late hour. Often in my pajamas were to receive him at the door, yawning, making it clear now that the day would have to get up early, some for work, some for study and then "Okay, come in, but only five minutes," But just inside, still nesun can explain the reason, gave way. He spoke caressing, with the words, his hands, his tongue with his teeth and all dilated, time, sex, happiness. In the morning, while out of life begins again, the light filtered through the blinds, watching the rest of them look happy. Then he got up while they were still asleep, he slipped in the shower, left a poem or a small messaggino and quietly went out of their lives.
All was well. Single women were a little 'less alone. Friends envied him. His stories will hurl. He mocked them with good nature, to find new Don Giovanni, a brilliant hero in a world of men off.
Until, for the first time, fell in love with a married woman. Her name was Maria and she was the wife of the owner of the renowned Godfrey Godfrey Butcher has always been the most popular in the city, known to all as the boutique of the flesh. The man was famous for the skill with which any animal bone as well as for the speed and accuracy with which he deftly cut the meat. Also known for his idiosyncratic and challenging words for excessive hair on the back, as always, was nicknamed the Bear. Attilio spoke with friends of his new passion and will to seize it. These do not recommend it considering the Bears very dangerous. "Ok," said Attilio "is almost two meters high, all muscle and brain, but little of him, he says, after all, is good. Apparently not even when he loses to s'incazzi scopone, let alone playing broom. "So saying, after greeting everyone with a nod, he went away laughing. In the days after Mrs. Marianna wooed with all lovers of the arts which was available until this yielded to the lure. Make an Appointment love the next morning. She reassured him. The husband would come out early to open the store and would not return until lunch time. Attilio lurks beneath the house of the butcher and when she saw him cross the street to get in the car, and start off into the bloody target rubbed his hands and ran to ring the bell. A voice fluty invited him to climb up the top floor. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, she was at the door, half naked, waiting for him. Once inside Marianna double-locked and pushed him into the bedroom. After a moment he was completely enveloped in the coils of pleasure. Unfortunately did not last long. Godfrey was making his return to the home having forgotten the Week Puzzles, bought the day before, of which he was passionate and relentless in which he killed the dead time between a customer and another. The two were swept away by passion, did not notice anything. Did not hear the key turning in the lock, nor the heavy footsteps of the bear. These, however, smelled something wrong. When caught them trapped in between the sheets just dropped, he let out a grunt that many of the local residents still remember with terror. Then he fell silent. Shortly after his wife went around the neighborhood to apologize for the inconvenience caused, explaining that her husband when, in fact, if I may, enjoyed, she let herself go, sometimes, in moments of over-expansion and voice that would make sure that This no longer happens. The renowned
Geoffrey Butcher, that morning, he opened a little late but did a roaring trade. Customers, the next day, complimented the quality of the meat. An old lady claims to know the origin. Godfrey replied that it was rare breed. For a while, 'but would be difficult to get it back soon, thanks to the skill of his wife in using the Internet, it probably would have reached another chapter and, when slaughtered, offered for sale. The older I booked two slices at once and wanted to pay in advance. The Bear, after solving a difficult puzzle, picked up the telephone and dialed the home number. At the other end replied his wife. "Marianne, hello. Work hard. Customers are pressing."

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.. "Eh, already looked like the end of the world .. .. but I'm still here. It takes skill. The cold when it arrives and then goes away ..." Vasco's song fills the room. Enters the head, runs strong in my heart. He is also always on the edge. "The heart that beats faster." Shares. "There is nothing to change, hatred, love." Even now he is vaccinated, likes and uses the imagination and decided to resume the life he wants. Sometimes surrender to melancholy, but is still here, with the life that comes and goes and not the soul that repents half and half. "Eh, already .. and then you do .. eh, already down more .. more .. more on down, more on .." Although he never sold his soul to the devil, too, for some time, has packaged a nice gift bag. She cried, she laughed, and felt that "the night by step." Think about all that cold, all those tears, the temptation to sell out really the devil. All of that solitude, that sea of \u200b\u200bgray winter, the desire to swim across dress, with a millstone around the neck at night in the dark. To disappear, to get away, to die. "Eh .. already .. like the end of the world .." But it was not. C 'took all his skill is inventing another poem. Now my heart beats faster, even if life, as always, and should not be. Now I can laugh again. No hate, just love. It is the soul every now and again surrendered to the melancholy but does not care even like it. Always been the case. Normal. "Eh, already looked like the end of the world .. ..". You're right Vasco, old rocker cock, how important are those four simple words, and if you do not mind, for once I steal and I make my own "I am still here."

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In the blue painted blue. The

After graduating from high school to address Technical Sales, achieved with infamy and without praise, he decided 's enroll in the University Faculty of Pharmacy, due to overwhelming passion a brunette with blue eyes, daughter of the pharmacist in the neighborhood where he lived. Brilliantly passed the preliminary examination, erectile dysfunction in the Pharmacopoeia, with a thorough dissertation on a new drug that would have overturned the laws of physics Plumbing giving new force to the cavernous bodies that had nothing more than caveman. What impressed the examiners was the stubborn insistence on color-up to the wonderful pill, blue. Laughed in the face, but gave him a good thirty repay the good humor that had brought the austere courtroom. Irritated by the blandishments to which it was submitted regardless of the vote and left the papers in the processes of the University bearing his research work. Were found years later by a student with bowel problems that quickly became very rich. His career ended shortly after college when he discovered that the girl of his dreams being granted a wiry hairy plumber. Destroyed by the disappointment kicked the entire faculty and uncovering door, gave the football. Became a promising midfield, the wind a bit 'short but the weak and inaccurate shooting, one of the teams in the city .. Not particularly a fan of any of them, had chosen what he believes was the most beautiful jacket: blue crossed by multicolored horizontal lines. Once again, the blue hit. No lines for him were just a useless option. In the first game which was convened for the simultaneous absence of ten owners and the depletion of all reserves, he was given the full uniform of shorts and socks and he just had the hands, snatched away by claiming that the colored stripes mates did the same to take the field first. Unfortunately went from there, at that inauspicious moment, the head of the ultras of the fans who turned over, mistakenly interpreting the gesture as offensive to the colors, the broke both legs. Following this unfortunate incident decided to leave the football game and go to the cast. When they resumed their walk he found himself with one of leg six centimeters shorter, because of which his walk was somewhat lopsided but strangely sinuous. I was fascinated to the point that he decided to pursue a career as a professional dancer of Argentine tango. Through a correspondence course and the advice of an old deaf aunt managed to achieve a reasonable degree of preparation and, shortly thereafter, appeared at the National Championships South American ballroom dancers. As a dance company chose a lady from a far lame Andalusian origin, usually held outdoors, at night under the stars, basking in the great fire of worn tires donated by generous truck drivers passing through, who gladly accepted because, for That evening, the weather gave rain, and she did not want to spoil the crease just made the hair salon. Rendezvous with destiny as he appeared in full Bandoneon entirely ultramarine blue, hair slicked exaggerated and stuck a red rose between her teeth, her skimpy dress with a latex packed with his own hands and decorated with condoms various shapes and colors. The jury awarded them a 69 as the number of tender and invited them to position themselves on the track. The first trial included a tango with compulsory figures and they run much obliged. The second with clear shapes and they were very free. The third and final was to end with the most perfect Helmets possible and their helmets in a way not causing a domino effect never before seen in a dance contest. They were banned for life and even death if they had never recurred. Four giant bouncers dressed in organza and muscle them off the ground and threw them in a puddle of mud, the rain, outside the ballroom. She was crying desperately for the fold ruined. Saw him wiping the tears for the first time the color of his eyes. "Blue! Shit .. I'm blue, "cried in despair while fumbling nervously with his hands in his pockets in search of the phone. When he found him quickly dialed the number of Radiotaxi: "Soon a taxi! Way of warblers in front of the ballroom is 12 ... And it's yellow, please!"

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Antonio's life like a rushing river in the dry.
"Maybe now I shave." she said to herself in the mirror. "The weather is gray. For the revolution is not the right atmosphere. Better wait for the hail and get a good coffee." He put the kitchen, made a cup of mocha, the only one he possessed, and set it on fire. "How sad, though. I would love to prepare a two cups. It would mean having someone to share it with coffee. Sooner or later it will happen and will happen when I am sure that after a couple of days, I complain. The company I Like if it lasts long enough for a coffee. " Meanwhile the coffee maker did his duty and the studio, with facilities and panoramic motorway junction, was invaded by the aroma that emanated. Antonio took his coffee while chopping a couple of servings of apple pie and, refusing to shave, with the bag containing the equipment for tennis thrown over his shoulders, opened the door and went out. Riding the reached his bike in five minutes, the tennis club where he began taking a ball to warm up a wall. After about half an hour of furious blows the wall began to show some discomfort return the ball contrary to the most basic laws of physics and geometry. Angles absurd, incredible effects, devastating violence rejected. Antonio tried desperately to respond blow for blow but the wall was very good in replying. The ball reached the crossroads of the bottom line with a speed and precision worthy of a champion, forcing him to run like crazy across the field, until, taking a sudden, baffling, insidious effect went to arrest just below the line white to simulate the network. It was at this point that Anthony, upset, he saw the wry smile appeared on the wall. With the eyes out of your head and tongue hanging out, he saw two hands equipped with rackets huge tick cement and two other arms that made him the umbrella gesture. Soon after he left a flurry of colored balls which struck him knocking him to the ground. Before he could get up the two big hands and let go snowshoeing in a while they dug a big hole in the clay and, after hitting him repeatedly on his bald head with a Head of titanium, there threw him burying it with care. Everything went quiet and the wall with the wall, but quickly became a sign, red on green background, in red letters that was not there before: FIN THAT'S 'LIFE'S' HOPE. And 'When you die COCKS ARE BITTER!

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Crash in event of fire.

"Life is a state of mind. Yeah. But when you live in a state that life is mentally ill?" This thought was spinning a bit 'of time in front of the head and now says " Crash in event of fire "placed prominently on the transparent glass case containing a fire hydrant and a fire extinguisher, hanging in front of his eyes, he had an idea. "Here's the solution." you said "Break in case of fire!" almost shouted, "Of course you have to break, break something to stop this terrible burning continuously fed by all the vulgarity that surrounds us." Speaking in a low voice came to a lady who, sitting nervously in the waiting room, waiting for news of someone entered the emergency room. "Excuse me, sir. I would ask her if she does not receive a certain smells fishy in this country, in what he hears and sees every day, for example, on television. If she, too, feel a sense of nausea because of all this absurd clamor in certain programs, or even the only one, continuous, vulgar display of the female body for the consumption of teleutenti voyeurs and predators. How can you, Madam, to endure hours of talk shows where they say millions of words without saying anything. Kindly tell me if I ask you too, sometimes, is not in mind to break the glass that separates them, each day a little 'more, the reality of things to memorize a powerful hose and extinguish, once and for all, the fire of stupidity? "The lady was surprised at first, then declared himself in agreement. Then he took her hand, helped her up and said, "Well. Now two of us. Let's see if we can find someone else who is willing to join us. "Hand in hand they walked towards a man who was sitting on the bench before reading a newspaper and explained to him the question. The man smiled, folded the journal, picked up the free hand of the woman and joined the other two. Now there were three comprises a single file is moved on the other side of the room. Here, standing leaning against a wall, two boys watched them. When the group walked in front and he was the leader asked the question, without hesitation, also joined them. After an hour the line was already long, consisting of a hundred people. One of them, a young nurse, showed a sign hanging from an umbrella in the event of fire Crash! Life is a state of mind and we want it to be right! " Incredibly, the procession was in the hours and days that followed, ever more numerous, colorful, cheerful. After a week no longer able to calculate with certainty the amount. By now the idea had exceeded the numbers and every city in the country was happily involved with it. When, a month later, fell Vassallaggi various government and the world applauded and gave her the idea. That phrase became a symbol of peaceful uprisings in other countries all the mentally ill. Since then, the vulgarity, arrogance, violence, Bravi and Don Rodrigo were banned from every land, marginalized and forgotten.

"Life is a state of mind. Yeah, that's true."
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Crash in event of fire. " Repeated continuously within himself like a mantra.
"I know it's only a dream, a utopia. But that would be nice!" he thought, finally, smiling.
"Excuse me sir, can?".

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La vie en rose.

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Valentine's Day.

The Lady from the ivory balls taken from the table, a Louis XVI marble pestle in dating the end of '800 and slammed with a violence that you do not know the capacity, raven head of the antique. These, with his skull smashed, before it fell without a groan, leaning on his knees and then fall on the left side devoid of life. Three hours later, the photographer of the science portrayed him as it was found, with his eyes wide and surprised those who did not know we have fixed an appointment with death, hair drowned in a pool of blood and rose petals in the shape of a halo. An almost sacred, it could be said, if there had been a murder. The commissioner said, "This death is the result of a love scorned. It is not jealousy. Who killed him did not ever have been loved. Condemn every murder, but when it happens out of love almost always moves me."
That same evening, in a popular downtown restaurant filled with roses for Valentine's Day, the Lady of the ivory balls was arrested. To staff members who kindly invited her to get up and follow them begged to finish the cake. After a day so bitter he could not help it. Upon arriving at police headquarters was accompanied by the magistrate in charge of the case. They made her sit, offered her a cigarette and asked the reason for an act so heinous. She said that it was only love, a gesture of love. He said "I understand, Madam. He has all my admiration, but I have to stop it." She said, "Okay. I see. Everyone does in life, his. I, too, finally I did and now I feel light. Love is a thin, durable steel, but sometimes you breaks. I give my wrists, I also put the handcuffs. Do not feel any pain, now I'm free. There is no compulsion largest and most distressing of wounded love. The prison does not scare me, I already knew. Come on, the night is full of stars. "
Khaled put them in his backpack the photograph showing him smiling at Noah hugged. On the night here, too, was full of stars and she was waiting for him. They meet shortly afterwards in the street of the great fountain exchanged a long electrifying Kiss Before I decided to walk to the port. When they reached the pier they saw so many other people immersed in heavy air of waiting. They came from small boats off some that were started loading them and to all those souls fleeing. The ships of the sea, moored in the middle of the bay, waiting for them. When their boat up beside the walled someone abruptly invited them to hang on to a rope ladder and climb. Noah was afraid, Kahled reassured her. "Go Do not fear, I'm here. Our love is so great, greater than all and will take us far away in another world where anything is possible. "So saying, he took her in his arms and climbed quickly to the bridge. In the midst of the throng of faces tremendous found a corner and settled there. Kahled, with a blanket covering Noah and the most beautiful smile, held her pointing at the sky. The boat set sail and a couple of passengers decided to give up jumping into the sea. As the ship moved away saw them swimming in the wake of white and foamy. When they came out in the open sea the waves were huge, the boat jumped the faces around them became so white to illuminate the night. Noah, trembling with cold and fear, clung to his chest even stronger. Kahled felt his heart beat at a rate of hell and, for the first time, he thought he had been wrong. In yet another caress them noticed a tear slid slowly down her cheek. In taking up the language feared that their love, so great, would not be enough. On the night of all the lovers of the world a ship full of desperate hobbled raped by merciless waves. When it sank, it was certain.

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Scapecchi 'O Poet, in a cool late summer evening watching the mountain kidnapped, said: "Ah, what a vegetable."
Idly sitting at the usual corner table in the outdoor area of \u200b\u200bthe sole bar in the country tracking philosophized auction of a notebook with squares remained to the days of elementary successfully attended for twelve years been licensed to exhaustion of the teacher. For us, young and inexperienced in life, he was the lighthouse. His phrases, like bright tracers, we showed the right way, his breath could make it go in a hurry. The thoughts and words to all but often there was no one around him. The vacuum harassing him. An empty glass, then, bother him. "A drop of wine never hurt anyone. A glass filled not kill the fantasy." he said raising his voice a little while squinting his right eye, the one he had. Became 'the Poet O day from the stable of his grandmother ran the pig. That afternoon, as always, was resting in a barn when he heard the old cry: "'O pig!' Or pork! Oe, come, Currie! Scapecchi! Cuorno and bicuorno! Do 'fuck you!" He pointed with his eyes closed in the sky, an ear of corn between his teeth, started, little by little, slowly. He saw the huge animal to pass up clouds of dust along the dirt road and down, just behind the grandmother who tumbled cursing all the saints of Paradise. Seized by sudden inspiration he composed the first poem in a flash and with outstretched arms and open hands, turning to the sun, so he recited: "'O pig!' O pig! Currie people! D'isso nothing if Ietto sape and that cuorno bicuorno and waiting for him. And mo 'than miezzo au sky' na de fuorma Muzzarelli held in the beautiful star closed, ACCA is you I'm singing, pork, nun scuorno ago, tuorna au pole. "
Passarone two hours and the pig was finally recaptured and taken back a stick from his grandmother to the barn. Meanwhile, "The ode to pork" went around the country. Scapecchi in the evening at the bar, he was awarded by the Mayor with a laurel wreath and appointed by popular acclaim 'O Poet. followed copious libations and endless pats on the back. 'O Poet, as a result of blows received, became curved and slightly hunchbacked. He, at first, there was bad, then the night in his bed in the dim light of a candle, leafing through a old encyclopaedia saw a portrait of Giacomo Leopardi with under the caption "great poet.." We found similar and was pleased. Prodded by the Supreme vicinaza began busily at work developing the theme of the pig in a thousand ways. After years at his own expense he published a small book of poems he called "Pigs." with whom he won the first prize of the Poetry of which he himself called for the feast of the patron saint of Senerchia. Grandmother to celebrate the event proposed to slaughter the pig. They knew nothing of poetry is opposed. There was nothing to do. The Christmas after all the villagers had the gift of a signed Scapecchi salami.

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wait to pass last year. Then I will only have to wait until it passes the next three hundred sixty-five days. So if the thought of Miss Mary pushing his walker on the large terrace paved with red tiles in the rough cold morning in late December. For some time now to move quell'ausilio prestatole used by the ASL. After initial difficulties had learned to use and had become indispensable to the movement in the house. Sometimes, sitting in the chair in tobacco-colored leather on which to spend several hours of his day watching television off with a given information, tracing patterns of crossword Puzzles of old issues of the week already filled, or resolving, with adequate skills, puzzle already solved, speaking to him. He became more than that his only means of support also the confidante and most trusted companion chatter. For years he lived alone in the company of a carer statuary in Ukraine did not understand the language. This company carried out the household chores in exchange for a small pay and the granting of living in the apartment that although tiny had given her the chance to settle in the tiny living room where a giant matryoshka lady came from frost could not sleep at night, in feet. The times were those who were and could not go too subtle. We had settle and then painted wooden doll was stuffed with wool from an old mattress recovered from the cellar and the smell of wine that was impregnated promotes sleep. Miss Mary had never married nor had children, despite his youth had been rather volatile, had a chance to collect an impressive array of assorted military uniforms, from which he was strongly attracted to family tradition, having been the only heir of a General of the Alpine Corps. At lavish receptions that were held dances every Saturday night at the Officers Club which, in flower girl, accompanied the father bird, he always carried with him a little book with the bright red cover on which he noted the invitation of every young lieutenant, blond or brown, with or without a mustache that was, before launching into wild dance that concludevavno always, as a result of precise pirouettes calculated in some garden, behind some fence, over some uncomfortable bench. Carnet that still had the ball and when I leafed through digging into their memories, could not explain why so many pages were torn. Now almost a century, completely rebuilt by a renowned plastic surgeon who had experience on the battlefields of World War II but recently lacked in precision, because a strong shake hands due to Parkinson's in advanced. Recent plastic touches were not very well managed and Miss Mary looked into the mirror of an old silver compact hard to recognize. He decided, though reluctantly for the affection that bound her illustrious luminary, to turn to someone else a little more fresh for the next restoration. He spoke to the walker who listened carefully and passed without a word. Satisfied with the conversation, Miss Mary called the Ukrainian ringing the bell around his neck hung a necklace of pearls shining slightly opaque. The woman saw walking up and said, "From?". "Good morning fucking communist." Hissed Miss Mary, "I'd like a cup of tea. Lemon. Thank you." The patient, stubborn student a thousand days spent in the useless attempt to teach the Italian exaggerated accounts "Da" and started shuffling into the kitchen. It emerged shortly after with a mug of steaming Bolsh, a stinking soup of beets, a dish common to every corner of the most remote wilderness, who posed proudly on the coffee table Louis Philippe rotten place near to the chair. Miss Mary realized the error and immediately shouted desperately, "the One! Damn! I said a cup of tea!" The Ukrainian seraphic smile, another said "Da" and slipped in the matryoshka daily nap. Miss Mary got up cursing all the Tsar of all Russia and walked towards the terrace loved driving the walker. "God as it is difficult to understand, Today, in this world. "advancing said" Fortunately it's you that I understand well. Let's go out for a walk. "The Walkers moved and bounced gently took her slipping on red tiles. Then, suddenly, he took a ridiculous speed and dragged Miss Mary up to the edge of the pool where they swam lazily between stone colored lilies several goldfish. Two hours later, the Russian Olga as he called Miss Mary, he realized that the same had mysteriously disappeared and the fish in the tank was finished in a frightening way. As if nothing had returned home, he made the cases and with the Matryoshka under one arm was already half an hour after the employment office looking for another place. Shortly before closing the door behind her thinking with sincere emotion to Miss Mary, said "Da" For the last time.

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elsewhere.
Where is the sun.
the company of a wild cat is enough for me.
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George.

Duecavalli George got out as a survivor of quicksand and snakes with a scarf around his neck. The body shop was waiting for him. For some time it had become his best customer, know them, the extravagance, did not change. This time it was the goalkeeper. In the morning, after the last trip to a country destroyed by mud, created by torrential rains in previous days, desperately searching for mushrooms, George decided to take the car to a wash. Meanwhile the employees who took care of his beloved means of transportation, he decided to go to nearby bar for a coffee and a chat. The coffee drank in a while, the talk lasted, as usual, a bit 'more. When he returned the washers were contrite expression and showed him the car perfectly clean but with both doors crumpled. They had forgotten to close them after removing a lot of dust, some roots of trees and a wild male 120 kg from inside the car. When the infernal machine had stopped and brushes had stopped spinning were aware of the tragedy. Weeping moved by the genuine emotion and handed the keys to the bill, gifts, a partial refund, a steel and leather collar for wild boar. He, on this occasion, managed to smile. Thanking you put at the head of the old Citroen after accommodate the ungulates, may also be somewhat annoyed at the blatant cotonatura swelling of the hair caused dall'asciugatura overly obsessive who had suffered shortly before by the most scrupulous of car wash workers, a pastor Masai came a few days before all the way from Africa in search of fortune. They made him not only his personal and heartfelt apology, a gift of his spear hunting in case he had ever jumped in Savannah Plateau. The body of his choice was not far away. The glorious, faithful companion of many adventures utilitarian knew the road and, now, he could also get there by itself. A couple of corners before, along a straight road that ran next to a meadow, George noticed an almond tree in bloom. Seized by a sudden romance braked gently and went, stopping to watch it. A slight breeze moved it slightly to blossom surrounded by warm light of a sunny day in early spring. He was put in his last love he had promised two nights before with beautiful flowers. No longer able to reopen the door on the side of the guide decided to go down the other side. Just put the feet and all that was stuck on the outside of the car, wild boar, in spite of themselves dozing lazily in the back seat, saw him disappear in an instant. Worried looked out the window. Underneath was a gap of at least fifteen feet deep full of mud. George even a bubble. He decided to abandon to his fate, got out and, sure of his appeal, leaning lasciviously to the two horses began to hitchhike. Was passing by a butcher on board a gay Duna okra which pulled him up. It was love at first sight. After a short but intense engagement tie the knot. The chronicles give them still happily together in a deserted island in the Indian Ocean. George does not know nothing for sure. Some swear they saw him on a plateau around the border between Kenya and Tanzania, on board his Duecavalli, quite tanned and carrying a spear, chasing a Mallard. I think this is a ridiculous rumor. The people, when they did not do worse, fantastic.