Ieri pomeriggio ero stravaccato sul divano, in preda al torpore.
Mi ero scolato già la terza lattina di coca-cola zero and therefore had nothing to repent.
While napping, however, I had nightmares. Appeared in the dream my daughter, I recognized by the slowness of movement, a family brand. He must have eight or nine years. She was holding an autographed copy of the Ocean Sea, and asked me to read the steps.
The nightmare did not end here. Insisted he wanted to hear the piece of the painter. What paints the sea with sea water. Deus meus!
I had eaten a sandwich with mortadella. He must have helped a lot. A coalition of saturated fat sapped my mental stability.
So I was between sleeping and waking when the phone rang. I feel it, ergo I'm alive, I thought. You imagine a paradise in the form of angels that are crying out for readings bariccoliane? Ok, I did not distress yourself. So to speak. I rose with difficulty from the couch. Here comes my sister gave me the cordless phone and tells me: - It 's for you, a call from Torino.
From Turin?
I mind the local part and be familiar with all these years with the cast of Centovetrine not know anyone in Turin enough to receive a phone call.
I prepare, should be a matter of work. Of polyps on his vocal chords give me the right touch of hoarseness for making brilliant. In these cases it is essential to phone and I I've always played the card baritone. I settle metaphorically tie, two little cough, and then respond with all possible figaggine: - Ready.
- Sigurd, finally.
woman's voice. Anzianotta. Breast sagging.
In one fell swoop I clear the sex, age and status.
- Who speaks?
let a few seconds, you wait, play with the times, makes smart. Then suddenly beats solemnly
- I, the Bariccolessa.
Porca Executioner!
me through well thought of her: - The mother or bariccolessa bariccolessa wife?
had not said!
- Do not get smart with me, young man! The son can also cheat, but I do not fool me! I, the grandmother of Danny DDT Dabadan Dabadan Bim Bum Bam Gatorade Lemon Plus, better known as ...
- Novecento.
- Exactly.
- Exactly.
- Do you know why I called you?
- No, sir.
- I knew it, I do not even know Alex.
Alex must be the homunculus.
- I'm all ears, - I say.
- My son is struggling with his work final.
- Hey, I can not but rejoice with her for this decision. Final final?
- There is little to rejoice Mr.
- Do not deny it.
- I revealed some background. The plot is bad.
- I had no doubts.
- Talk of a bitch.
- Original - I say. It looks seriously worried. The Trojan intrigues me.
- I would have a minor role. I should be the second wife of a prime. In short, a war breaks out for a whore.
- I understand. It must be very sad.
- Mr Mr Mr sad (crying). But the fact is not that. You know what?
No, I would say. But I have a hunch: I do not know what it is, then ... I stopped.
- E 'cocks that are bitter. The image of women do not come out beautifully, Mr. So our focus was all about the youngster. I do not want to ruin everything he has done for a provincial mignottella. And send them to hell all Boodmann, and Baldabiou Bartleboom (so original) of this world. Above all, I would not begin to rain mud on fandango.
What bariccolismi. I was thrilled. She was nice lady BacoDaSeta.
also began to cry with the sound of wailing bariccoli the world. It was recognized, it was her mother. The moment was of maximum tension. And was caught on the fly. Like mother, like ...
then I let soften.
- And I then? What should I do?
- Sir, it strikes me that your tardezza. But it's obvious is not it?
was obvious, of course.
A harsh criticism in the bud. This brought me.
- Alex takes it to heart your comments. Publishes avoid that stuff.
I said yes. But I asked him something in return. What he wanted. As a souvenir. To my daughter at least.
I said - I have something for you, now that I think we do.
The emotion was a thousand.
- Should I see in the basement of Holden ... ah yes, of course. How about a painting of a painter who paints the sea with sea water? We are giving half the price. Do you like?
- makes me a very happy man, ma'am.
- And then go to the canvas! Greetings my dear Mr. And please!
- Greetings to you and the family. I'll keep this, do not worry. My greetings also the son. And tell him to relax '.
closed, almost with tears in his eyes.
believe me?
After all were good people.
Give Peace a Chance 
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