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Proesiola gitaiola

Alarm and coffee,
beard and bidet.

Then the costume,
than a little '
a child or if you prefer, a little' from grandpa.

The program is going to do some 'What things around. It's me, the usual Zouave, and Giuraina Graniella. After completing the preparations, we go on our powerful Lepo, my mare, and we set off at full speed toward the pristine beaches of Tolemaia forests.

The journey is quite normal, and his description
can jump.
What matters is the destination,
a geography lesson.

Here is the coveted Sea! Here, left the outposts of the gatherers of gold! Here, right, the forests of the moose! Wailing
our rainbow flag in the ground, while Zouave urine around to mark the territory. Graniella Giuraina and take off their suits for travel and throw themselves screaming on the waves. We do the same soon after.

From here a succession of cries frost
tips of the feet and bellies drawn.
"Watch out behind a breaker."
"I do not fear you, I am a lion!" Among
splashes or flying fish
put away the sad swimmers. Here
Graniella

silky and beautiful with the waves bouncing balls.
"Look Zouave!"
seems his grandfather. And you look around
Giuraina
seems happy with how the world works.
And then there are none that I am
but I would be the god Neptune.

The sun is getting hotter. Intervals between a bath and the other becomes shorter. Liters of cream poured on our bodies, mingling with liters of sweat. We meet under the rainbow sea to find some 'relief from the heat and eat lunch by myself and Giuraina procured. Zouave ingurgita fragorsamente the last bite and ruin the soil. Reappear, deburring, after several hours. Graniella also falls to the ground, apparently overcome

for me just pretends.

Giuraina and I defy death with their eyes closed and we set off the waves. I feel a sudden pain in the abdomen. "Here - I say - reached by the end of me." at a glance that it was just a burp-flavored game. We leave
lulled by the sea and the waves kindly pull us to shore. The sand there massaging the legs, arms, shoulders and slips right into the most hidden parts of us, protecting us.

Hey anyone, there is little to poetizzare
the sand from the ass you have to shovel!

Here, always the same prosaic! But let's move on.

The sun gives us a gull wing
maybe it's just a greeting
fact is that leaves me speechless. On the ruins
since there will be a step
, but I prefer the landscape.
will be the sea, the sun, the rainbow
or maybe hungry but I feel stupid. Let's find
Vinicio
sends us off with a bad omen.

In a few minutes we lost but not lost. The smell of rain opens his eyes, which rocketed into the sky in pursuit of strange birds and purple are a rainbow that decided to die in the sea, also purple.
try, make mistakes, we talk, we decide, we listen, we, err, back, spot-on, sit down, order, caress, talk, eat, laugh, sigh, we look, we ask. Let's go.

And here we return to poetry
dedicated to those who go away
eyes are red
maybe the night we moved
jumps
we are protected from black and red
sleep falls on those responsible
Hello gentlemen Michele
driving at night makes me feel good mates
look serene and sleepy
rest, his eyes wet

I do not know what the real reason
perhaps joy, perhaps forgetting
sorry if I miss an occasional rhyme are not
most of the first machines around

as day
turn off the music with my brain
feel the breath, the most beautiful flower. Once you arrive at your destination

back myself, and angry ape:
"Ugly bastards we arrived, finally you woke

I hate the traffic!
sclera makes me want to drive at full speed!"
Then just one hand and a few words:
"What a beautiful day, I make rhyme."

Not As Strong As Seroquel

Journey to Hades

kidnapped, imprisoned, violated. Here's how I feel.

It all started at 12:50, the train of Salcido.
Me and my friend Zouave we are leaving for Romilda, the capital of the empire. The heat on the dock lights cigarettes and melting the soles. Our attention is drawn to a woman, tall, statuesque, very intriguing. Course is accompanied by a man much older than her. Math. Lack of business forced us to travel first class. To do this we had to sell on the black market three goats, five chickens and a pound of peaches. But to arrive in the capital, we do all the people of the province. The
train departs. They open the newspapers. The air conditioning started to have problems now. The seat is tattooed on our asses young. But we do not have the audacity to complain.
That she, the woman intriguing, it passes directly to the latrine. The flushed look. She staggers like a drunk beating up old people, seats, door jambs. Or is the heel of twelve or has problems in the temporal lobe. Its charm disappears as she disappears down the toilet. I do not see anymore.
The train stops. Just in front of us is a square guy. You hate now. He hates his pink shirt with a print of cock, pumped his muscles, his gaze from dead calf. Me and my friend Zouave we exchange glances of understanding. The boy must die. We offer and pretend kind of goat's milk, precendetemente poisoned. He drinks it and dies. But it seems to sleep. We look forward to our good deed for the day.
The train goes. Wobbles, rattles, scarrella.
we fall asleep to stop suffering. There
alarm speaker hum: "We apologize for any inconvenience due to technical problems we have 10 minutes late." We look around, we are in the midst of the bush. We see the dark eyes that look at us: a tribe of natives. Suddenly they break through the inertia and attack us. It is a shower of poisoned arrows, blowguns, spears fire. But the hard shell resists and leave again. We smile happy. And we also smile the boy died, trappings of practical application to his lips drooping.
But we have nothing to laugh about. At the next station happens the imponderable. It looked like a normal stop, but it was not so. We hear an evil voice from the speaker, "id odratir itunim 08 noc omeritrap ocincet otsaug nu id asuac to! !!!!" . A strong smell of sulfur diffuses into the wagon, older women naked and give themselves up to lust, the dead rise and blasphemy in the dialect of Bari "offers Cassan, offers Cassano, ve 'ffe mmocc to Mamta" , children vomit semen, a dwarf feeds on the feces of a police officer and so on. I
Zouave and we hide in the bathroom waiting for the gates of hell are closed. The wait is long. Acute screams shattered the air hot. Some malignant being punches the door of our hut. Me and my friend we look cursing the day we decided to leave.
abruptly the train again. The smell of sulfur is replaced by the comforting smell of urine. We go out. The old slumber, the decaying corpse, children crying, the dwarf law. Everything seems back to normal. But we still feel the fear that seizes the innards.
Finally the train slows down. We arrived at Romilda with only 160 minutes late.
Let's go home in the village of All Saints' Zouave, and we eat lamb virgin, watered with extracts of exorcising magic Chinotto and mysterious plant.