"There was a shower of drops subtle gestures and glances drunk strange kind
clubs, community centers, hot and irrational thoughts,
night snacks, games, d '" gambling ", Roman restaurants and a greek-Sardinian
parks, frogs, guitar out of tune, canzoni sconnesse senza grazia intonate,
Litigi infantili.. ma che bello “far pace”, se ci vogliam bene tutto il resto poi tace,
Uffici ridenti, riunioni mancate, lettere lunghe ed appassionate,
Pranzetti segreti sfiorando le mani, fuggendo i colleghi, gli amici ed i nani,
Serate romantiche, serate ribelli, abbracci dolcissimi, curiosi bordelli,
Strade, superstrade, autostrade e stradoni, cenette inventate con piada e cassoni,
Con sughi grassissimi, in cento più modi, con vini, con dolci, filetti e anche i brodi,
E il caso Scafroglia, e i filmoni affittati, da guardarsi sempre super-appiccicati,
Tra coccole, baci, manine e carezze, tra freddi feet and infinite pleasures,
jokes, laughter, sleepy morning, and Kangaroos Storks attendon that summer,
chairs that have seen a thousand inventions footprint, and now conoscon all the "positions",
But attention to Renzo, if they do not know, you put down the right wing and hide there,
If you steal the car but do not tell him, he follows you undaunted with his friends.
There is a beautiful place, is located in Tuscany, but when you find it does not sound the bell,
Try maybe with the bell, but do not feel so much: when you open the gate,
There are horses, dogs, cats and chickens landscapes incredible wooded hillsides,
Lanes dark, winding bewitched, and waiters Coccotripponi smoked, with awkward
Vecchietti hangers, what is needed to put a hat three years, there has been
Who knows, and has beautiful views, you also bought a leather jacket,
There was also another trip by train (accessible by a city full of hay),
We eat lobster, you play ball, then roll you stay afloat, is
guardan the stars between rocks ambush, always a little 'twisted and curled up between us,
And so the lunches, all'Harmony or Gulp (ow and who manages to rhyme with "Gulp "???,
I would say change, I guess I have to, some words of 'is rhyme),
As the Saxophone, the Bay or King Arthur, we always stuck .. pipipi and cucucù,
us so hard and with other Scazzi, along with one another sembravam transformed,
We always close, mushy and sticky, we always languid, loving, coy,
We mawkish, we hot, we love, We pretty, graceful Us, We even a little 'stufosi "We
accomplices insatiable, sugar and caring, we light, we dull, so we caramel. There was
Bologna, snow and sea, a bad accident to forget, the legendary
Visa and hit a pole, and then a blond angel that helped me,
massage on the neck, the chest patches, and many sleep in that little bed,
Scattini sleep, laughter and teasing, funny alarm clocks between kisses and kicks,
The neon effect, the desperation to get up in the morning ... that is a curse,
Stamping entry by nine and ten, is perhaps the most absurd of the Greek philosophers,
The tank foam and long BAGNONE, the music in the bathroom and suggestions,
filtered through the senses, the palpitations, the world of fairy tale, the trepidations,
From joy, from impulse, and palpitations, the smell of strawberry, blackberry scents,
and then with incense that envelops everything, but I stopped using because you do not like,
From polychrome flowers, your tulips, grown with care in your soft hands,
reds, blues, pinks and the viola, Modena, Rimini and Casey Girola,
Verdi, purple, mauve and blue, plays Skidsoplastix, sings Camerini
Vinicius, the band, the Modena, Taranto, and then a thousand songs, and still the same, normal
Lyrics , erupted songs, sad songs, songs hallucinating,
some of them have loved, others can not stand, W the Dropkick Murphys.
But how many emotions? And happiness? A lot! If you go to the Pagoda is a fish that sings,
Al Gulp ancora oggi lavora un cameriere, se gli fischi “Merry Christmas” a lui fa piacere,
I Litfiba, le gocce, Morgana e anche Tex, la serata all’Alcatraz insieme al tuo “ex”,
La Ba che sapeva, Dominici no, e lì un bel casino, che di più non si può,
Occhiate infinite, lunghi ragionamenti, discorsi, viaggioni, folli idee e pentimenti,
Il piccolo Manu osservava il cammino, del nostro universo così “clandestino”,
Di quel nostro immenso e anche piccolo mondo, che lento continua a girar sempre in tondo,
Il nostro villaggio, il nostro deserto, il più favoloso e maestoso concerto,
Durato a second, which lasted a lifetime, which lasted only the time a snap, and emerge
of everything ... and still emerge today, thoughts that enter the first hour, leaving
they come, are wrapped together, the heart leaps, the a little brain 'moans,
And how many times they seem lost in memories, but re-emerged as a sudden geyser crazy?
But more than the huge events experienced, the roses are just never caught or grown,
are the old thoughts, details sketchy, Which have come back angry and agitated, often hurting
What that proclaman revenge, which will pierce the heart in your bedroom, what you
strazian the stomach, and a bit 'higher up and a little 'below, but that would not want to deprive you again. "
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