"People like you are met only once in a lifetime, twice if you're really unlucky" (Tiziano Sclavi)
Gloomy autumn days that pass too quickly and I, a decadent and Western man, avoid new-age gurus of eco-living, unaware of the true meaning of the term, and paradoxical teachers of growth at any cost, in a self-destructive journey that will lead us to seek help from Ethiopia (I pray every night to the gods that this happens). The morning is cold on my scooter, the afternoon sometimes colorful, sometimes gray, the evening mechanical.
And every time "spread" crosses my life I can't help but think of clowns who were jumping around singing out of tune "D'Alema cancels the debt!".
I want your whisky mouth all over my blonde south
Red wine, cheap perfume, and a filthy shout
Tonight bring all your friends because a group does it better
Why river, with a pair, let’s have a full house and
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