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Long time no reads. Damn.

affezzzzionatisssssimi My dear readers and I'm back.

First, I feel a moral duty to thank you for the countless e-mail I receive each day for all these damn fucking months. Finite
pleasantries out of the fucking truth.
As you can deduce from my goddamn way of writing, I was in the fucking United States of America (God bless them!). And, brothers, everything is super-ok there.
What the fuck are we going to do there? Fuck you man, give me time to talk, fuck!
As you well know, Italy is damn expensive in disarray. And I said "fuck brother, take away the tents and refugees in some damn place safe ".
In a hell of a chat fottuttissimi I met some brothers who have told me:" Fuck friend, how do you not understand that there is going to blow up a bloody mess! " And so I got a damn flight to fucking Texas. And I tell you? is a blast.
I was in a fucking goddamn CIA's secret base, and we eat only hot dogs and fucking beer in cans and, hell, it was a blast!
I learned the most innovative and damn survival techniques: change the channel to the no-look fucking Ti-Vi, preparing hamburgers on the engine of a fucking SUV, like the Coca prepare the urine and lard and so on. And then, friend, I learned to handle a cock with machine guns! God bless the fucking machine gun! Of course, the training was damn hard every day just for us about 12 hours ahead of cazzutissime cazzutissimi hospitals and we were out all the fucking bastards the fucking health insurance and those below 100 kg dry and I made buckets, man.
One day my instructor fucking me in the asshole screaming: "Ugly mangiaspaghetti fag! Now take your fucking colander with all your shit and you go back to hell in your fucking country of tailors fags ! And he lemonade under the watchful eye of surveillance camera, thrusting a hand into the holy bible.
... uh ... mmm ...
Obviously I have not done anything all of this. But I would have preferred to drip of indecency and barbarism that is now poured upon us daily by the news from Italy.

ps The picture accompanying this post, is not the worst that appears on google typing in "God Bless America" \u200b\u200bthere was too much competition. I challenge you to find the worst.

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Impressions dall'autolavaggio

all starts with a green light turns red and a drizzle to end that flooded the glasses and the eyes of children. Children as I was then.

seems young and crystalline water, the miracle of a blue sky, but a burst of bubbles that lead down the dirt riding. The soap has the smell of new tires, save the shells of soft plastic and remote control of certain sponges drunken grease and detergent at low cost. Even the midges can not stand, yet I am already dead and buried like the memories of some trips up and down the country. Travels with Dad at the hands of the divide between the steering wheel and shift knob between the protruding edges of the houses and zig-zag of those other scooter.

The car wash now is quieter, has undergone several technical improvements, it may seem more beautiful. Today's car is longer, has a heart of my mail, and although it is less than what it once was, that of captain papà.Difficile feel like then. This is a ship without a hatch to be closed, without any windows to be capped with a thousand and turns of the crank. We feel adrift. You do not feel alone in the middle of the storm. There is no magnetic saint to whom to entrust their prayers.

When the timer activates the brushes of the outside world I can do is blue. The blue floating invading rear window. The blue ravenous that swallows the car and all my thoughts. The blue slip saying nothing on the pages of writing pads resting on my knees. I write everything that comes into my head, while the rollers come back for a second pass. Out of people distract me as a soft watercolor brush. Some people wait their turn while smoking cigarettes. Who is anxious to dry glass and bodywork. Those who attempt in vain to tame would-long snakes.

From here go out in bigger or smaller? From here I would go out into larger or smaller? I blow dry air dries the body pushing the water along beds lining black as pitch. Drains along the invisible return to land and sky.

Everything ends with a red light turns green, a motor car that goes off coughing and forward, uncertain, towards the sun.

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