07/03/2006 "LONDON AGAIN!" Part 1 eng
Here, we have reached the fourth episode dell'Orlume Show! This time we dragged our carcasses up north to see it or maybe not ... who knows? Read and you'll know!
And for the first time there'll be a short version Inglese! Sorry it's not much But It Was The Best I Could Do! Hope you'll enjoy it!
"SANDRUMAN AND SALE OF BODY This time, it's all the fault of the mother Sandruman. She was, at eight ten on Tuesday morning to call his daughter to work Letal, saying "Are you sitting right? I have to give you a news ... "Sunday, October 1, 2006
Baby Crushing My Ribs
" But good or bad? "
" ... I read it yourself! ... Orlando seems to go to San Remo on Friday ... " I can not know the reaction of the Betta but spent the time she needs to recover from the news (four hours), I get a similar phone call directly from Sandra, just as I was in Little Shop of elves to work as an elf with yellow, including green tea, clouds of color and Marco Balestri is "waaay Staff ". "Are you sitting right?" "God and now that is! ... "" It seems that Orlando is in San Remo on Friday! "
" ... oh shit ... and you're going, right? "
" ... why!? You do not come?? "
" ... but you drugs? In your opinion, do not come? "
From that time until Friday to me I am dreaming every night. The classical barrier dreams "will come, and I will run away together into the sunset" (mercifully fictionalized version of the most likely "will, I see it, and only to flee from the car) Meanwhile there was no security that his Ohmmadonnabilità there was seriously.
news came out like "Then there Bloomme" followed by "You know all is to come, unless he" I were so relaxed because the Kla-Plus.06 Upgraded Wonder Sandruman and that they were not even been paid could have done better. After a few days of this life, Sandruman, since it is pork, has seen fit to seek information through the streets of Silk, which only you know ... or rather, by the way of thirst for cock ... in her case ... if Orlando Bloom we really want to be specific. (Oh my God I called him by his nickname Full)
Exploiting his secret address book, really wants to get the information from which depends on our mental health through an old acquaintance ... well, for old acquaintance of her pants!
With the now famous exchange "But you're still pigs?"
"... MORE!" Sandruman sells her body to know whether or not there is the disheveled!
This is just to wait, but at least while I am with our hands to wait between the "Let's hope there is because I want to review" and "I hope there's at least continue to exist is not going to suffer and quiet hours and hours with the fear of not seeing him, "there are those who do not rest and click, read, translate, links, reports, compare with the swinging light biancazzurrina monitor reflected in the pupils of the eyes reduced to cracks in sleepless nights ... so that by the Kla-Plus, the new version anyway.
fact, our infallible system updated with new satellite and coupling system hacking has reported the news with certainty prior to the call of the mysterious Cigarette Smoking Man, who, however, came with the pussy of Sandra as proof!
Things you do for the sake of the Thief!
Strengthened by this conviction and I Sandruman we were preparing themselves psychologically to drudgery and waiting when we unexpectedly joins a traveling companion which also do not care much about a SuperkalifragilisticazzicheOrlandoso, named Elaine.
Sandruman, immersed up to their necks in cinemacchinefotogracellulariprese, makes her "Are you sure? Look what a grind is tremendous, even if you're interested Orlando will be very hard! "
actually let's face it ... Why wait nine hours standing still at the same point, stomach tiny little fear of not being able to see even a bit ', whipped continuously by a wind so cold to make you cry and bear the lips of those behind that arrived recently, you would like to climb over, or is it passion or madness is real!
In my case I do not know, for both Betty and Elaine think neither
Smiling happy ... says, "Yes, yes! At best, I'm going to give me a ride! "
not know, oh you do not know, that awaits one of those Zen evidence to destroy a monaco!
On Thursday night, luckily I can sleep in the morning and prepare myself going back and forth trying not to listen to the beat of the giant waxy wings of my father who pursues me around the house asking me (about twenty times) when I took the ' umbrella and warns that it will rain but certainly more likely there will be a whirlwind! Starting right now the
Elaine arrives late; down all stoned identifying the machine just because c'avevano the lights on and when I receive the stupevigliosa Matiz Yellow Yellow, that if only he could fly there would also be accompanied to London, she and Betty have a smile crowds of people who do not believe what he is doing.
Forty minutes is the time, with the traffic of the nine, we get to go out and take the motorway from Florence. This time we brought the map, or rather brought the Betta, but do not touch it until we have the wrong road to Genoa.
Thunder, lightning, torrential rain and lightning accompany us throughout the Apennines and the Matiz with wiper bent at an obtuse angle to the right goes into the vortex of courageous and holy water coming down, as long as I can still curse.
Yes, because in mid-morning Sandruman I repeat the threat because Laid Spell, the spell propitiatory offering to sacrifice the curses of a young Tuscan foul-mouthed because they benefit from all the others, but this time I added that I wanted to touch it too, that the Betta has some 'broken shit, but no autograph because what we have it already!
Because you could not see his beloved one saw, at some point ask the Betta
"Sandra, but you have them turned on the headlights?" And she
"No ..." And I
"Sandra! You're such an idiot, power up! "
In your opinion, I have not turned on? ... Is when I came a pigliarti che ce l’ho accesi!” e ride.
“Ah, già…l’ho anche visti!” e sbatto le ciglia.
“Oh Sandra…” fa l’Elaine interrompendo i suoi voli pindarici sul matrimonio imminente della Gialla “Ma che l’hai accesi i fari?”
Prese in mezzo ad un’autentica escalation di rincoglioneria filiamo veloci verso il sole cantando “Kekkeskù” e “Ma che cazzo” e io e l’Elaine siamo così occupate ad urlare “Uuuh! Il mare che bello! Il mare!”
(foto del mare)
dopo ogni galleria (e sono taaante) che invece di guardare la cartina seguiamo le indicazioni per Genova and indeed we find ourselves in the center of Genoa.
With dilated nostrils and the eyebrows of the commitment I rolled up his sleeves up over his head saying "CE PENZ IO" grabbed the map and head for the Sandra we were not even on a tank during the war to take the A10 towards Ventimiglia. The poor little Matiz
clung to the asphalt with tires, swept by violent winds and Betta clutching the steering wheel to keep it on the street was not even the hand of Orlando.
Meanwhile, we contacted the Raffie which prompts us to exit at Arma di Taggia for reasons which, thanks to my rincoglionaggine (due to the approach of the UK and U.S. Fatality) there to there do not understand, but which we will realize the return.
Thus the shameful past of one hour, we begin our descent to San Remo which I must say from what little I saw I think it's a really nice city.
Follow the signs to the center and the casinos start to look for a car but not knowing exactly where we end up with the Ariston put the car in the first place that we see in Corso Garibaldi's just that we discover with horror that the maximum stay is two hours .
"Shit ... there's even a Stephen who comes every two hours to put the coins ... we need to find a parking space where you can leave until tonight!" Makes Sandra looking around with eyes on the ball.
"All I want ... but first I have to pee!" Exclaimed short of breath. I know that is not elegant to say this but: I was bursting!
"We look for a bar!" Elaine is the "least eat something!"
So we start walking now that ruling out that other place now because there seemed to have a bath until a black with red catches my attention.
"Girls: here we go!" I do.
"Why?" They exclaim in unison, auks raise my hand pointing to the sign.
"THE BAR OF A THOUSAND I want "
" No way! "Makes Elaine.
"This is our bar is a sign of destiny, we must enter here!" Prophesy.
So that we prophesy in and take a juice and coffee for both manners and we scapicolliamo down the stairs to the gentle lapping of the water, and the comforting smallness of the Cabinet, the soft texture of toilet paper ... I seem to have already experienced a Once the theme "How pleasant it is when you run" so I will not say any more, except that while I el'Elaine were about to cease to sing the praises of the Cabinet we extinguished the light and Sandruman, similar Archangel Gabriel is planing to our rescue by turning on the light by accident.
supported with much more interior space and solve the parking problem with skill and wit: assemble in the car and try another.
proseguitiamo While we seem to see a car that is Totti spat at, but we later heard from a lady who is a double and that there is a lot of the characters around.
Indomitable in our search for a place to pull the sock to the Matiz pass by Ariston, or rather behind, and eventually find parking jubilant screaming like Apache in the ears of Sandra.
"Well," cried do with dictatorial "Procacciamoci food and go to suffer! "The
Sandruman, so as not to deny the analfabetta what the weather forecast, feeling the temperature with his hand is" Hot! I brought the quilt ... but the leather jacket will be fine! "
I had never done.
I think he trembled almost continuously for all nine hours ... now tell me if this is not love!
However there is a focaccia, which in Liguria guys have it really bona, all nerve and we take a piece of cake each, what we called the Tuscan crushed but for the rest of Italy has cake or, in some places, pizza white. The Elaine is groped by one thing filled with many beautiful vegetables that turned out to be zucchini with rice and lots of onion too ... ... so I kindly ask you to put in my backpack plagued the content. I can no longer stand the onion unfortunately, since the liver took me a year ago, however, around eight at night I'll be so desperate that I'll eat all the ice (I do not regret until the next day ...) Looking up
eyes as a gentle man we need, we see another sign of the mercy seat on the label of a bottle.
"Erica, see there!" I made the other two, and I ...
"WINE OF THE COCK"
"It's the ideal place, after the Bar of the Arabian cravings" said the photographer and so much to like.
(wine photos fucking)
Then we run and stuff themselves with the anointed minds and hearts fibrillating Ariston up, but turn on the back where we were waiting for Raffi and his willing friend, harnessed as a Japanese tourist, whipped by the wind, regardless of where he was the Orlando and all for friendship! Now the
Raffi, unlined not know where table camouflage, helmet, compass and map, inform us on the logistical situation of the place and where you could set up blocks for hormone Thief Capitals. Drawn Maybe it is our expressions and lusty laughter accomplices cum gomitatinem, s'appropinqua un'infoiatissima middle-aged lady who asks us, whistling innocently, if we knew if was coming Raoul Bova.
"No, no ... but there is Orlando Bloom!"
"... who ...?"
This is more or less a curtain that will be repeated every time you repeat the name of His Majesty the Dolomites Caprioli (he be a ' erection!) in people above 17 years ... sigh ...
Almost immediately, seeing the excitement that was on the sidewalk, we cordoned off the stomach so that I, and Betta Raffie we cling front and death to anyone who moves, while Beba el'Elaine remain behind.
They are split 14:00 the first of an endless series of times I ask the now-Betta Tremors forcing her to discover the wrist to see that half of the meteorite to the wrist watch that has (as do those little arms do not lift it I know ...), but already the wind pulls from apocalypse. A funny guy
notes that finance is the first day that the wind from group of traitors and had translated our "Oh yeah?" More smiles stretched with a "You die, shit! Him to come along to say? "Would not wrong by much. It seemed that luck there
arridesse, the Kla-Plus typed from Terni directly to your mobile Betta Vibra-Call that the Nemesis of Chastity was supposed to be the tests soon but that they were a bit 'late to the lineup.
could arrive at any time.
I was pretty relaxed, Orlando Bloom-Stop-coming is certainly marked by a boatload of cries and noises, so it was impossible to miss. Instead the Beast Transylvanian him to crash under the tail and goes unnoticed on a light truck with tinted windows while playing chess with other Bl 5 members of his staff ... piece of polenta! Upon receipt of the encrypted message
anti hacking of our computers will look super with eloquence.
"But icchè it is derived, ie, the ass? "
However, how well will come out.
As I remember the van dell'Antologia of Perfection was the only one to remain parked on the one hand, when all the other cars had been ordered to get out, get around and come back later to seize their cargo.
And so the load Hormones caught me, I thought of that distracted my cock, when I hear howling and I see them all, and Betta Raffie including jumping on the fence screaming
"Orlando!"
had just come out slipping into the car and saw I had not seen a well deserving!
Fortuna instead had happened to Raffie and Bettaccia-Maialaccia.
Beautiful as the sun, a dark suit with her hair ... so I said beaming as I skimmed the bottom of my vertical drop of the sidewalk.
It was more or less after that, taking into account the side of the gate where we were and who had gone on the sly, I started to convince me that we have not seen anything!
From our side we could see very well the stairs draped in red with the word "input Artists" above, but not at the door through which all went in and out.
And if we had the wrong side?
And if the other side you could see better?
And if he should move?
Communicate my doubts to the other, but actually tell me that no matter where it is better to stay in the front row.
Despite this decision, I still see that from where we do not see anything and slide into the abyss of depression.
caress, more or less at 17 o'clock, the idea of slipping out of the crowd to get a berm and maybe something warm to sit sooola tuuutta sooola ... ... on the dock just a few streets down to forsake the sound of the sea.
Poetic, no?
bad that maybe I would fall frozen dead in ten seconds!
desist from my insane proposals, assisted by Betty, by encouraging a bluish color, I was shaking on me and told me to resist! Sometimes even the Raffie asked me, seeing me pour into the barricade, I was still alive and sometimes I felt the Elaine moaned weakly behind me since, poor thing, was left out. Seeks to return what we were saying because they rightly felt excluded, but they were so shit that I did not have the strength. "Trust me ... you're not losing anything important," I said kicking his hat as he could by covering the brain and the collar of his jacket. Every now and then passed
Beba and howling wind-driven "I'm going to give me a giiirooohhhhh" I do not know as if about to pass wind Raffie demonic.
Comical the fact that this Beba, towards the end of the trauma, it was found in the barricade in front of us right in the front row next to a girl who had bravely come up from Naples to the graces of the Lume Among all the lights, understandably girl (I apologize I do not remember the name) was so excited because it was the first time that he had come to see and to hear that for me and Betty was the fourth time he wanted to know if it's so good live as in photos and on video.
Sandra "Ah, it's beautiful! It is even more beautiful! "And I
" It's so beautiful it almost sucks! "
same as if not already suffering enough, the poor girl was tormented all the time from an Albanian who had been madly in love with her. Like Romeo and Juliet (sorry, still suffers from high school teacher who had letters of feminist super profe ... hello!) Is shouting from one to another hurdle, and he wanted that she did a photo at all costs ... did not want him to make him , she wanted it to have its own and if you think about it is not illogical.
However, she tried to tactfully say something like "Orlando Bloom is coming and I think that you throw away even a single photo for you?" But it breaks so that the beans in the end was happy. He had never done! For the boy
were a step away from marriage.
Rather than pay attention to who was and who was not, the attention of those present was shifted to two youths who were shouting all information as to the balcony of your own home, so that when one of them was lost a few critical step, all the people around reported "He said ..."
At one point the girl has run distracted and he took the opportunity to sneak across, so me and another girl we started him a little ' signs of "Turn around ... no, more ... but not the other side ... the other ... but you completely Türnich!" and when this has run if the last shot is found behind all smiles and launched a desperate cry!
Apart from this distraction I could not given that much to distract me, usually with my butt, I ended up on the downhill section of the platform and the first two or three hours are made by me to step on the metal legs of the barriers to change from time to time position and prevent the foot gangrene. Besides
Raffie were a bunch of girls who believe they were there to wait Orlaido which, all excited,
commented "When I come to take your hair!" Said one.
"But I face" makes another chuckle.
and refining "How Girl ... you hear speeches by the age difference! "
Sandruman nods affectionately when the cue over his shoulder with eyes at half mast, saying" I will take the stone! "
And she" ... is just ... "
Apart from this exploit
of life, most of the afternoon the step attached to the fence like a cicada in full suit, dedicating myself to what I do best: sleep anywhere but to stay.
I stayed in Cannes and I stayed in Venice and have me sleep well at San Remo, just resting your elbows on something at least stable (they made me sick for a few days), bowing his head and slip into your brain, getting lost in the a dream ... bit 'type elves, just that I'm with my eyes closed! The quake Hydromassage
continuous almost quasi-Betta induces sleep but I expect a rude awakening when Luke debis, or whatever it is, it brings to the sock idea of coming to sign autographs during practice for the afternoon. His fault we played almost the Elaine that suddenly, with all the crowd in riot gear and girls screaming, murmurs ... but ... I have a little 'fear of being crushed ... "and smiles.
little later I'll scream that from seeing Marco Balestri in the crowd and barely resist the chase to attack his leg, moaning, "Please! Tell me all this is' soooo My '! "and mental note to tell us that we know that yellow pancake house envy ... oh! My Balestri!
Personalizzami all!
back to us when we finally wants style and coolness you decide to leave I have to put up forty minutes
"Oh my God! Sondre Lerche! Oh that cool! Oh I do not believe Luke Dirisio! Oh how good Luke! I do not believe Dirisio! Have you seen how beautiful? Oh I can not believe Luke Dirisio! Luca Dirisio Oh! "And so on that I felt like turning around and say" Look he's dead ... "but even I come to such mischief.
also because I realized, sleeping antennas standing, that the people who are not there waiting for someone in particular ... waiting for someone. In fact there were a dick to nine hours without pissing around for dinner but without exploiting the poor Beba as couriers for sandwiches (without her I do not know how I would not have Cyber-Betta, the woman who lives in air ed'Orlando) we were just us, all others were interchangeable ... wait ... I said all?
... I wanted to say almost everyone.
Dolcenera The fan club was not one of them.
I never heard her sing but I swear that I is already on the cock!
Six hours of continuous breaking of Madonna, chants rewritten Dolcenera, seven in all sung a after another as if they were the most catchy of the world and as if all of us morissimo the desire to listen and we were not there to do anything else. After the third hour I doubt has arisen: that she brought the family to San Remo ...
A group of youngsters tried to defend the choirs such as "Do you hear this voice? FUCK YOU! "And I myself was a step away from me a check from the ass's tail coat, turn around with the mop of maestro Muti and direct a" C'AVREEESTE ROOOOTT'I'CCAZZOOOOO "but I decided to make the Little Princess I was limited.
Meanwhile, the characters continued to slide. At one point, also came running to Solange ... the road with the crazy hair, pants water in the house, the shoes of the 80s (in the sense that has for the '80s) and a shocking pink jacket howling "We do a bell'urlo for this festival which has need? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!" waving their wrists came as a hairdresser and he's gone ...
For the moment I have only one certainty in my little life enclosed within the barrier and the step of maciapiede: before 21 , now the official start of the festival, I can starmene quiet.
Obviously that's why I have slept almost the whole.
Perhaps to be sure of having earned the Betta's body, the CSM calls a few times to warn us that the performance of six feet of the firmament will be around at 22.20 and then Orlahpperò arrive around 22.
top of the hill is almost eight o'clock at night ... I say almost all downhill (fan club Dolcenera in part) because while the Betta scientifically studied his swing and how it was possible for a human being to vibrate that way for more than six hours, the 'Elaine had found a hole to come in the front row and refining seemed to be there for just 5 minutes it was so cool, as usual I had to do with the handful fucking break back.
A midget blonde color that must have been 15 years but that face and hair she looked 40, I hath been placed behind at eight, starting with "Now that the jump ... say that this one will be angry if the walk when it comes out on him? ... oh I throw it down ..." and so forth, giggling with buddies as if I were not even listening to 20 cm. I do not remember who it was coming but I did try to look the other way and tried to doze, but when I heard the snickering and are lying on your back I shot a little 'balls.
I turn around and bitch ... I was writing on the back with a lot of paper and pen.
"but I say ... you're using as a coffee table?" I make them.
And this "Ah ... sorry ..."
Well, one that looks at you as if you were doing a rebuke alien and you respond, 'Oh excuse' by force to be Mongoloid, so while my first intention had been to take her by the neck, in front of a face ass like that I removed.
"I do not think the case ..." I continue "I am here by the two and I'm not going to spend the next two hours with you lying on your back ..." too good, no?
will not believe this but after two seconds have the courage to say "It's important to be educated," said a
... I was using as a desk seemed a bit 'a jack ass ...
"Type you, eh? "I make them. Then after that I started to describe what the Betta I would if I heard even a finger of the creature near me, but especially after a lady asked if one of his friends was his son, has run raised by the balls.
Why do I always find these people among the Maronites?
Meanwhile, the festival starts, you hear Panariello through a speaker placed outside.
'Great' I think 'At least so we know if the gardener is still on stage or not, and prepare for the exit'. Scene
who has repeated throughout the afternoon and evening, while we were Bovere sdronze bianghe suffering behind the fence, they all stopped in front of breaking balls and were promptly kicked out. Around 22 people this would have killed her. There were two assholes do not know that TV, and he sent her cameraman, of a sudden he makes us "But it's up Orlando Bloom?"
And the girl next to me "Yes ... I've already seen, is high ... "except that this was a meter and a half ripe banana, but had seen him from afar for the first time that afternoon and broke the balls with 'I've already seen' to all who interviewed.
I smiled with pity and I cried "Yes ... it's not that high ..."
And the guy "is low?"
"No ... but if you were here before, we do not see a shit and we're here by two ..." The girl
, aims to rule the heart, turns "Do not worry, there we raise the limit when it arrives and then c'inginocchiamo ... I know how to do our job, thanks! "
fact she knew so well that when he arrived His Majesty Chioma-Leonine, he started jumping on the spot to see him and her as well us we had to climb as refugees into the barricade.
In addition to the TV, who also interviewed Raffie ... but I burst a pimple if I remember that they were asked ... even the photographers. A couple in particular, got there 20 minutes before the main event, we continued to place in front, even before I say, directly into the mouth from what we were stuck! I wanted them both dead.
to propel at least one of the two, the one that I was lying on him, a bit 'far, I have not hesitated to open his bag the fucking camera. The type has run shot to shot looking around for a while ', then has finally removed a little checking to see if anything was missing. He has not approached more! \\ (^ O ^) /
raffia has done an admirable effort to tell a policeman, 'Look, you may send behind the barriers? They might not even be there before here, we are here is not just the two ... "And you know who has heard
answer?
"Eh ... we're in Italy" ...
by a member of the police.
Dille at most that you do not have the authority to do that ... crap!
However, while the police if they beat the shit, sometimes coming out of the cabinet with three doors and dark suits with earphones, which we sbarbicavano them from the front. Mica for us, but for their safety ... and those arriving by car. Thank goodness that
Stellina Holy ribs made them work a little 'budrilloni of these cops!
God how to love him, bit her aunt!
Ahem ... at some point get a black car, with tinted windows, followed by a van with tinted windows clear as that on which my favorite was Animal Lana arrived in the afternoon ... and it's chaos!
We climb the barricade, I do not even know why, I scream (maybe it was the Betta I have no idea) "It's HIM! It's HIM! "
doooove ... But where?? Damn truck is parked right in front of the black car which was released Laid The Kid and our location can not see a bachanga!
'NOOOOOOOO !!!!!' I would like to howl, if only I could breathe.
Damn that truck Maga Wiz Bert in the middle of fucking and we're taking away precious seconds of Divine Breath ... until the familiar shape of the shoulders and back, that walk, those who recognize it Fianchini dry in the middle of all of China runita in a square: it is he!
Oh, Thief of my heart ed'ogni glimmer of dignity that resides in me!
A scream louder (because it is impossible not to recognize also Orlabbro back) and in slow motion as you turn the flash lit shot of hair, loose and flowing and beautiful ohmmioddio who knows that smell heavenly, a paw up and one down from the step with those legs that help me not to tear, with its beautiful dark suit and white shirt, up for the arm salutes and dry ... and I never saw a criminal, thief, and greet more pork than he does! ... how do you become violent erotic with a wave of his hand, knows only know him ... or just me, maybe because I'm sick. I have the ...
Orbillo
Run up the stairs and disappears into the Ariston.
... ... ... ... ...
get off the fence with his eyes on the ball, I had not even seen her kick-off the World Cup. I look at the Betta and refining that make me smile, "Did you see him now?" And just as
the first girl I can not say anything other than "What we are really stupid! pig who fig ...!! Ohiohi ... a dick ... I believe that gnome! "
That shot of hair should be accompanied by the sound of the show Wonderwoman, when she enacts her super strength and is seen as moving in slow motion ... those Hair is a one-way ticket to hell! Bert-
The mobile lever means and reassure me a bit '.
I think that when you leave me I can see it in all its glory down those damn stairs and then finally how long I can go to piss! Meanwhile
out of those machines who have already performed, I see an old woman in a car that puts a smile to greet everyone and to do Betta
"Who the Granny?" And she
"It Tullio De Piscopo ..."
"Ah ..." Got it ... because
She, along all'Elaine, when it passed Max Gazzè not sang in the window 'A music can do ... ... cacareee lalallaaaaaa!' Shortly after we hear
Victory or Victoria or as heck do you spell announce Orlando Bloom (and there was the roar from outside does not understand what the hell were screaming ...) and soon everyone to bombard me with calls to describe what he was doing, as he kept his hands in his lap, as he was seccherello, big eyes and Musino
... We felt embarrassed by the speaker.
Whenever Orloro laughing or you could hear his voice was bitter for the Betta cocks because I drew these and so many slaps to vent that almost the circulation of new blood!
But when she, her great ass of Cinderella, he kissed me I thought I broke the phone by the load of phone calls! You've seen them all, so I will not describe it ... but God ... have no words for that little face ... I broke it all!
Back to us ... because a little later would have to go out, Betty says, "Well, let's fitted to a hair! "She
them long to almost half and moved back and brought them together in a small tail behind, but not all as one would think, only the top will also have a name ... but I hairstyle is a I know! So what does it do? He takes them and untie you ... this is a geyser?
Worse!
seemed that Tina Turner had exploded on the ...
However, Sandra's hair aside, can give a human appearance to coincide precisely with the abandonment of the stage by Laid. We
.
I'm already dying ... you see after a few minutes of the legs dressed in black on the top of the landing and we are all perched on barriers. I am feeling bad ... I do not know that the others do but I know that I am about to leave the pens when I see those legs now that the Holy Virgin and more recognizable among thousands and then all his chicken coops ladrissima figure. Two-Legged Beast
Oh!
Come here than you can stand!
goes down, it stops halfway and says hello, decimating the audience with a smile, that way of greeting all wrong and that he has excommunicated ... my eyes glaze, I can hear the noise, breathing the purest air the planet because I know that he is breathing less than ten feet from me, reached the car, smiling (die), opens the door (dying) and that God rest his soul stops for a second, on his face from the curses form the thought because I see Orlando has one of those faces that the helmets reads Madonna's all good, and then raised his sopraccigline testuzza with nods to another does not mean "No way, let's go! "
closes the door and I watch it and do not believe, make their way among his own staff and I see someone talking to him because it lowers a bit 'head and says something as glorious in my head bother ... I invented that say "No Orlando, we must go!" He
, thief, responded "It'll just a minute!"
dismounted from the fence, I'm not aware but Elaine will tell me later that while approached, I whispered "No ... no ... oh God ... oh God kill you kill him ..." and it is also because, as he did around the car came straight at us, I was almost sure that I was looking in eyes and had come to give me a slap tal'era the security of your hand. As usual at this point I part the effect of being drunk and I feel myself dreamed it all. I know it's gone by Raffi, I told everyone that "Hello!" I know that the Betta grabbed the icy hands of death and that he heard her so warm and soft, which he said "Hello" and she said "Love!" and that he wanted more ... let go of his hand had grabbed for his thumb and pulled him desperately as if their survival depended on that contact. When it was finally my turn I humbled: with a face that I would never want to see from the outside because he had to be a bad hallucinating, I bleat
"CIAA-aa-aa-ooooo!" On the verge of tears because I could not believe it was just really come between us poor mortals, something no one else had done that night, and I stretched out my hand touched his fingers, which have seemed to me a little cold but Morbidini Morbidini. Well ... I am sure that, unfortunately for him he saw me because I just looked those in the balls of his eyes the color of autumn leaves and then passed over.
I turned almost in tears.
I did not know more shit.
The Betta seemed much more responsive to me.
... You know how I go step by step. First a square inch of hand touched to the maniac, then if I keep my fingers ... so the next time I can take all your hand!
And in a couple of years maybe I could hug him to ... what do you think?
However, it is chaos, Orlando rushes down the street, heedless of the fact that it was not closed to traffic, surrounded by a sea of people, including policemen and photographers who do not know from where they could be ticked off so many and it's all in the lap of honor to the fan club Dolcenera then go on to kill the poor girls in front of us including Beba and also the girlfriend of Naples after the meeting with the Orlume Reason cried for ten minutes on the phone with his mother and was the image of desperate joy!
What about the other?
I could tell it again and again of his smiles and his expressions ... but all those we know well, is not it?
So I will say that the Well of desire has been directed to the car, smiled, and came on board as it passed by the tinted windows in the car even had the courtesy to pull down the glass to put out one hand wonderful and healthy thing I want to say has not taken any of those with dark windows ...
CSM (which will soon become the man who consumes) c'aveva advised not even go to San Remo is not so much because we've seen nothing but the Sandruman wisely replied "clam ... and I tell you that from this point of view I know. Unless the tramp, and take him away by force, two minutes for the Orlando fans always find them! "And indeed he was right ...
tiè Smoking Man, tie!
This time I must say that I liked this Joined Forces between me and the Sandruman, I with my usual Spell she who has just sold and everything to recreate the ideal climatic conditions for the coming of Laid between us ...
however, met with no refund, we turn and we came away.
as usual I had trouble articulating his legs so that the transition between two hurdles I lost my balance and I took a shot to one that had stolen his jacket to Solange. I think I have cursed after half an hour, even after I apologized, but I was too happy to suggest that you die and then I switched over.
We found on the sidewalk opposite the Neapolitan and her friends, and the Beba Raffie el'Elaine nodding satisfied because "it is What a handsome boy "said to be not so much impressed by his appearance (which helps quite a bit nasty cowardly) but ... you know ... maybe in the expression, perhaps in the way of acting, something in the eye ... well the Elaine, from Orlando Bloom what is profane (not seen not even a movie) was impressed by the person in general.
I imagine that I, who is an employee of the Thief of Light bulbs, can not utter a fair trial but one thing that the so-called dall'Elaine saw you and not for one minute with disinterest, makes me think.
What kind of personality, I say, may never have one that will kill you in just a minutes in the midst of screams and the flash, if taken in private? There will be a reason why all love him ... there will be a reason why everyone who was lucky enough to know I sing the praises ... there will be a reason why he is so fond of Eric Bana, where Petersen was fascinated and so it is on.
Anyway (damn prof. Velli ...) at that time we need something hot and a toilet; wander dazed for about ten minutes, I'm always on the verge of tears and I try to explain why it takes me to Raffie Orlacchio violence against the human beast, and instead of saying 'Oh, how I would caress and lead to the thalamus to make us love' more readily exclaim 'Oh, how you take it to his lips to push him to bed and eat me alive', which means the same thing but as the second option may be Ranfa clenched teeth and grim expression I vented a bit 'more than before and I to prevent me from breaking my head on a lamp post how I like it!
C'infiliamo into a bar and while ordering hot tea and I win the cup for the first time 9 hours after I remove the hat from which a handful of flies out of the swamp, some giant dragonfly and a few moth, I look in the mirror and my hair seems the battle of Talavera ... of course I get back his hat with a grimace of disgust, and since I have taken the boiling ordered an iced tea, behind which I drink hot tea, in short, no longer even knew what the hell I wanted! I remember very well, however, that at some point there got kind of hysterical laughter imagining what must have seen Orlando when he raised his head towards us ... we have an idea for farcene also made a picture! ... Poor guy ... that he had to put up!
(photo at the bar of the Dead)
At about 23:30 we salute you, Raffi Beba us left and right, each to his own car. Take ownership of the little Matiz and run away, immediately wrong road, do the usual maneuvering to stop and we head to Take the A12, lost in the maze of dark lanes that rise and fall and fall and rise without apparent logic and round and round and then again on the other hand, in short a brothel hallucinating, so that the entrance led to a widening of withstand a series of boxes with red lights, without a signal, a divider a fuck.
"Uh ... Betty ... I know ... no such suspicion? ... We're in the wrong ..." and as I say this thing I'll see you meet the headlights of cars beyond the bars.
"Sandra Soon! Soon you reverse! "Calls upon Elaine.
"Yes, but where should I go?" Asks Betty.
"From there, Betty! There! Make back soon! "I howl.
Bettamacher puts his hand back and pulling all the cones in the road represented the only pale attempt to signal the right direction, so that the first call, and makes maneuvering in reverse again perilously close to the exit of turn from where we came too us, that if there was someone who was just a little 'were happier cat.
Once embarked on the only entry and exit got the ticket (which Betty had to go out the window to take the one from under the truck as it did not go out at all) I suddenly remember one thing.
"That's why Raffie There was advised to exit at Arma di Taggia "Bravely
reactive Elaine and I were trying to keep us awake and ready for reading all the road signs to follow on the map where we were, while Betty was in her dvd mode and Orlando.
of a sudden ... read output
"VALLEY CHIAPPA"
and was a real shame not being able to photograph.
"Excellent ... before the Bar of the Arabian cravings, then the Wine Valley Bottom Fucking and now ... is our journey," I exclaim el'Elaine.
Although we would have offered the change has always led Sandruman, assisted by the piss running away, from his dark arts and the smile that I knew Laid repeated endlessly in his mind, again and again. After that, following a pit, the cover of the dashboard m'è collapsed on his knees, I started to monopolize the hot air ... I think I have them roasted, but as I turned off a chill comes over me otherworldly Nazgul from the bones and begin to chatter.
With the best will, once past the stumbling block the release of Genoa, sure there are collapsed we lost ... miserably!
I crossed his arms over his chest while furtively Betta extinguished the hot air and sweating are literally fainted with her head hanging down ... in one last glimmer of conscience trying to stay awake when I heard that Elaine was unconscious in the back seat and I have also heard to make a last valiant effort by asking the Betta (when it was clearly already in the afterlife of dreams) to wake her because she had to remain even if you fell asleep someone other than her awake!
Willy-nilly, around 4:10 we finally arrived at the end of the motorway and we went out to Florence, in a last step of unexpected vitality Betta trial was put in Leticia with the automatic payment machine at the exit "This makes me a bitch search for loose change at four in the morning! "he rant as I threw my wallet in my face and run away to 140 in the first ... what to say ... but this is it!
Now we just have to fall in vegetative stage and wait ... wait in the shadows, nested in the dark, Intan in darkness, hidden behind a veil of innocence until next Laida, filthy and Lutrumosa appearance of the Prince of Tides ... Hormonal!
the next people!
(stay tuned on these screens)
There Was this rumor about Orlando Bloom Being at San Remo for the festival, and I Sandruman But Were not sure. It Was Only with the help of Our preciousssssss Satellite System-Plus Upgraded version Klarissa That We Were Able to find out the day before, just in time to pick our things up and fly to San Remo…I said fly but I should’ve say drive. We left friday morning, Elaine, Sandruman and I under a real storm with Yellow’s little yellow car (she’s Sandruman’s cousin…HER cousin…not HIS…as I told Orlando in Venice…) with right windscreen wiper bent and creaking…and we arrived in San Remo after 5 hours and after getting lost around Genoa.
Raffie called helping us to find a way to the city and we parked not without a hitch.
Sandruman thought better to leave the heavy jacket in car and came with a light leather jacket, unmindful of the wind. I think I never saw a human being trembling non-stop like that for so long…about 9 hours straight!
Now, this is love, isn’t it?
We met the other part of the conspiracy at the rear entrance of the theatre, Raffie and Beba (the poor willing friend who’ll have her, and ours too, gratitude forever) and we started waiting…and waiting…and waiting…well, the first time Orlando brought his delightful person near us, poor japanese peasants, we didn’t even noticed!
It was Klarissa-Plus who called to inform us that the Great Beyond was inside, passed on a pickup with darkened windows while playing chess with other five members of his crew…
I just wanted to scream, but I thought that like he went in, he also had to come out and that I would have seen him then…but when he did, I don’t know what I was thinking but I missed him again!
Unlike Sandruman and Raffie who turned to me shining eyes, broad smile for he was soooooo cute!!!…like he’s always.
Then we waited ‘cos there wasn’t anything else to do.
We waited until 10 pm, dead cold, under killer wind, worried not to see him when the time would have come, squeezed onto the barrier, fighting those who, arriving at the last minute, tried to sneak in front of us…because at 10 pm he arrived on a dark car, closely followed by a white pickup wich took place in front of his car so that we couldn’t actually see him ‘til he climbed the stairs.
With a giant scream at the apparition of his back (his beautiful, endearing, sinful back) all the crowd had him turned around with a devilish stroke of hair for wich I dropped dead form the barriers…
His hair…should we talk about his hair?
…no…we shouldn’t…well…I can’t…I…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhh!!!!!
He raised his hand, smiled (his beautiful, endearing, sinful smile) and went in.
I jumped off the barrier…I stared wide eyed into Sandruman’s eyes and started fidgeting, stammering out something about him not being of this world.
I knew that in 20 minutes or so he would have gone on stage doing what he had to (and we have all seen how it went, lucky her!) to come out later…precisely after the standard 12 minute performance. He stayed for about twenty and we heard from a loud speaker the moment he left the stage.
Panic.
We climbed again on the barriers. Police trying to set us down but we were deaf, then on top of the stairs some dark dressed legs, a pair of wich was his and moments later there he was, coming down red steps, all dressed in black, dark and beautiful he reached his car and I thought “Well, that’s it…at least I saw him” but then he stopped, knotted his brow, tipped his head to one side and with that face of his, on wich you have the impression you can read anything, he slammed the door and came toward us, walking straight were Sandruman, Elaine, Raffie and I were, so straight I feared for a moment he came to blow me in the face.
“It can’t be…can’t be…he’s coming here…what…why…did he…” that’s what I was thinking…I guess and then he was in front of us, greeting, holding hands, saying “Ciao! Ciao!” and hearing him saying even that one word in italian kills me.
He went to Raffie, to Elaine and to Sandruman he said “Ciao!” and she held his hand tight and answered “AMOOORE!” (‘love’) and would have never let go of his hand and then he came to me, I held my hand out and took his fingers, so soft I could’ve touched heaven and I whined “Ciaaaaaooooooo!!!” on the verge of tears while he was looking at me.
Poor kid, I must’ve been a fearful sight!
Even if not as fearful as Sandruman, all pale almost blue and almost dead…
He kept going, unmindful of the unclosed road, surrounded by cops and photographer, smiling and greeting anyone he could reach! He’s so keen!! No one else did that with people that night!…that’s why I’m mad about the boy!!
After killing as much girls as he could with his smile, he stepped back in the car and while leaving he was gentle enough to pull down the darkened window to say bye-bye with his hand…
AAAAAAAAARRRRGH! He’s so nice! ;_;
We could not believe it!
After he left, behind the barrier in front of us there was a girl who came from Naples to see him for the first time and she was crying of such a joy she almost made me cry!
When we moved from that nine hours position I thought I was going to break in two… with Raffie and Beba we found a bar and had a hot tea, recovering from the long cold day and then we said goodbye to each other and reached for our car.
Sandruman, who lives of air and Orlando, drove back for six hours without wanting to shift with me or Elaine…she said Orlando was giving her everlasting strength, but at 04.10 am when we were near home, she almost uprooted the tool’s collector cabin at the super-highway’s exit point ‘cause she couldn’t find any change! Besides
That We headed home safe and sound, until the next hunt for His Majesty Bloom!
Exploiting his secret address book, really wants to get the information from which depends on our mental health through an old acquaintance ... well, for old acquaintance of her pants!
With the now famous exchange "But you're still pigs?"
"... MORE!" Sandruman sells her body to know whether or not there is the disheveled!
This is just to wait, but at least while I am with our hands to wait between the "Let's hope there is because I want to review" and "I hope there's at least continue to exist is not going to suffer and quiet hours and hours with the fear of not seeing him, "there are those who do not rest and click, read, translate, links, reports, compare with the swinging light biancazzurrina monitor reflected in the pupils of the eyes reduced to cracks in sleepless nights ... so that by the Kla-Plus, the new version anyway.
fact, our infallible system updated with new satellite and coupling system hacking has reported the news with certainty prior to the call of the mysterious Cigarette Smoking Man, who, however, came with the pussy of Sandra as proof!
Things you do for the sake of the Thief!
Strengthened by this conviction and I Sandruman we were preparing themselves psychologically to drudgery and waiting when we unexpectedly joins a traveling companion which also do not care much about a SuperkalifragilisticazzicheOrlandoso, named Elaine.
Sandruman, immersed up to their necks in cinemacchinefotogracellulariprese, makes her "Are you sure? Look what a grind is tremendous, even if you're interested Orlando will be very hard! "
actually let's face it ... Why wait nine hours standing still at the same point, stomach tiny little fear of not being able to see even a bit ', whipped continuously by a wind so cold to make you cry and bear the lips of those behind that arrived recently, you would like to climb over, or is it passion or madness is real!
In my case I do not know, for both Betty and Elaine think neither
Smiling happy ... says, "Yes, yes! At best, I'm going to give me a ride! "
not know, oh you do not know, that awaits one of those Zen evidence to destroy a monaco!
On Thursday night, luckily I can sleep in the morning and prepare myself going back and forth trying not to listen to the beat of the giant waxy wings of my father who pursues me around the house asking me (about twenty times) when I took the ' umbrella and warns that it will rain but certainly more likely there will be a whirlwind! Starting right now the
Elaine arrives late; down all stoned identifying the machine just because c'avevano the lights on and when I receive the stupevigliosa Matiz Yellow Yellow, that if only he could fly there would also be accompanied to London, she and Betty have a smile crowds of people who do not believe what he is doing.
Forty minutes is the time, with the traffic of the nine, we get to go out and take the motorway from Florence. This time we brought the map, or rather brought the Betta, but do not touch it until we have the wrong road to Genoa.
Thunder, lightning, torrential rain and lightning accompany us throughout the Apennines and the Matiz with wiper bent at an obtuse angle to the right goes into the vortex of courageous and holy water coming down, as long as I can still curse.
Yes, because in mid-morning Sandruman I repeat the threat because Laid Spell, the spell propitiatory offering to sacrifice the curses of a young Tuscan foul-mouthed because they benefit from all the others, but this time I added that I wanted to touch it too, that the Betta has some 'broken shit, but no autograph because what we have it already!
Because you could not see his beloved one saw, at some point ask the Betta
"Sandra, but you have them turned on the headlights?" And she
"No ..." And I
"Sandra! You're such an idiot, power up! "
In your opinion, I have not turned on? ... Is when I came a pigliarti che ce l’ho accesi!” e ride.
“Ah, già…l’ho anche visti!” e sbatto le ciglia.
“Oh Sandra…” fa l’Elaine interrompendo i suoi voli pindarici sul matrimonio imminente della Gialla “Ma che l’hai accesi i fari?”
Prese in mezzo ad un’autentica escalation di rincoglioneria filiamo veloci verso il sole cantando “Kekkeskù” e “Ma che cazzo” e io e l’Elaine siamo così occupate ad urlare “Uuuh! Il mare che bello! Il mare!”
(foto del mare)
dopo ogni galleria (e sono taaante) che invece di guardare la cartina seguiamo le indicazioni per Genova and indeed we find ourselves in the center of Genoa.
With dilated nostrils and the eyebrows of the commitment I rolled up his sleeves up over his head saying "CE PENZ IO" grabbed the map and head for the Sandra we were not even on a tank during the war to take the A10 towards Ventimiglia. The poor little Matiz
clung to the asphalt with tires, swept by violent winds and Betta clutching the steering wheel to keep it on the street was not even the hand of Orlando.
Meanwhile, we contacted the Raffie which prompts us to exit at Arma di Taggia for reasons which, thanks to my rincoglionaggine (due to the approach of the UK and U.S. Fatality) there to there do not understand, but which we will realize the return.
Thus the shameful past of one hour, we begin our descent to San Remo which I must say from what little I saw I think it's a really nice city.
Follow the signs to the center and the casinos start to look for a car but not knowing exactly where we end up with the Ariston put the car in the first place that we see in Corso Garibaldi's just that we discover with horror that the maximum stay is two hours .
"Shit ... there's even a Stephen who comes every two hours to put the coins ... we need to find a parking space where you can leave until tonight!" Makes Sandra looking around with eyes on the ball.
"All I want ... but first I have to pee!" Exclaimed short of breath. I know that is not elegant to say this but: I was bursting!
"We look for a bar!" Elaine is the "least eat something!"
So we start walking now that ruling out that other place now because there seemed to have a bath until a black with red catches my attention.
"Girls: here we go!" I do.
"Why?" They exclaim in unison, auks raise my hand pointing to the sign.
"THE BAR OF A THOUSAND I want "
" No way! "Makes Elaine.
"This is our bar is a sign of destiny, we must enter here!" Prophesy.
So that we prophesy in and take a juice and coffee for both manners and we scapicolliamo down the stairs to the gentle lapping of the water, and the comforting smallness of the Cabinet, the soft texture of toilet paper ... I seem to have already experienced a Once the theme "How pleasant it is when you run" so I will not say any more, except that while I el'Elaine were about to cease to sing the praises of the Cabinet we extinguished the light and Sandruman, similar Archangel Gabriel is planing to our rescue by turning on the light by accident.
supported with much more interior space and solve the parking problem with skill and wit: assemble in the car and try another.
proseguitiamo While we seem to see a car that is Totti spat at, but we later heard from a lady who is a double and that there is a lot of the characters around.
Indomitable in our search for a place to pull the sock to the Matiz pass by Ariston, or rather behind, and eventually find parking jubilant screaming like Apache in the ears of Sandra.
"Well," cried do with dictatorial "Procacciamoci food and go to suffer! "The
Sandruman, so as not to deny the analfabetta what the weather forecast, feeling the temperature with his hand is" Hot! I brought the quilt ... but the leather jacket will be fine! "
I had never done.
I think he trembled almost continuously for all nine hours ... now tell me if this is not love!
However there is a focaccia, which in Liguria guys have it really bona, all nerve and we take a piece of cake each, what we called the Tuscan crushed but for the rest of Italy has cake or, in some places, pizza white. The Elaine is groped by one thing filled with many beautiful vegetables that turned out to be zucchini with rice and lots of onion too ... ... so I kindly ask you to put in my backpack plagued the content. I can no longer stand the onion unfortunately, since the liver took me a year ago, however, around eight at night I'll be so desperate that I'll eat all the ice (I do not regret until the next day ...) Looking up
eyes as a gentle man we need, we see another sign of the mercy seat on the label of a bottle.
"Erica, see there!" I made the other two, and I ...
"WINE OF THE COCK"
"It's the ideal place, after the Bar of the Arabian cravings" said the photographer and so much to like.
(wine photos fucking)
Then we run and stuff themselves with the anointed minds and hearts fibrillating Ariston up, but turn on the back where we were waiting for Raffi and his willing friend, harnessed as a Japanese tourist, whipped by the wind, regardless of where he was the Orlando and all for friendship! Now the
Raffi, unlined not know where table camouflage, helmet, compass and map, inform us on the logistical situation of the place and where you could set up blocks for hormone Thief Capitals. Drawn Maybe it is our expressions and lusty laughter accomplices cum gomitatinem, s'appropinqua un'infoiatissima middle-aged lady who asks us, whistling innocently, if we knew if was coming Raoul Bova.
"No, no ... but there is Orlando Bloom!"
"... who ...?"
This is more or less a curtain that will be repeated every time you repeat the name of His Majesty the Dolomites Caprioli (he be a ' erection!) in people above 17 years ... sigh ...
Almost immediately, seeing the excitement that was on the sidewalk, we cordoned off the stomach so that I, and Betta Raffie we cling front and death to anyone who moves, while Beba el'Elaine remain behind.
They are split 14:00 the first of an endless series of times I ask the now-Betta Tremors forcing her to discover the wrist to see that half of the meteorite to the wrist watch that has (as do those little arms do not lift it I know ...), but already the wind pulls from apocalypse. A funny guy
notes that finance is the first day that the wind from group of traitors and had translated our "Oh yeah?" More smiles stretched with a "You die, shit! Him to come along to say? "Would not wrong by much. It seemed that luck there
arridesse, the Kla-Plus typed from Terni directly to your mobile Betta Vibra-Call that the Nemesis of Chastity was supposed to be the tests soon but that they were a bit 'late to the lineup.
could arrive at any time.
I was pretty relaxed, Orlando Bloom-Stop-coming is certainly marked by a boatload of cries and noises, so it was impossible to miss. Instead the Beast Transylvanian him to crash under the tail and goes unnoticed on a light truck with tinted windows while playing chess with other Bl 5 members of his staff ... piece of polenta! Upon receipt of the encrypted message
anti hacking of our computers will look super with eloquence.
"But icchè it is derived, ie, the ass? "
However, how well will come out.
As I remember the van dell'Antologia of Perfection was the only one to remain parked on the one hand, when all the other cars had been ordered to get out, get around and come back later to seize their cargo.
And so the load Hormones caught me, I thought of that distracted my cock, when I hear howling and I see them all, and Betta Raffie including jumping on the fence screaming
"Orlando!"
had just come out slipping into the car and saw I had not seen a well deserving!
Fortuna instead had happened to Raffie and Bettaccia-Maialaccia.
Beautiful as the sun, a dark suit with her hair ... so I said beaming as I skimmed the bottom of my vertical drop of the sidewalk.
It was more or less after that, taking into account the side of the gate where we were and who had gone on the sly, I started to convince me that we have not seen anything!
From our side we could see very well the stairs draped in red with the word "input Artists" above, but not at the door through which all went in and out.
And if we had the wrong side?
And if the other side you could see better?
And if he should move?
Communicate my doubts to the other, but actually tell me that no matter where it is better to stay in the front row.
Despite this decision, I still see that from where we do not see anything and slide into the abyss of depression.
caress, more or less at 17 o'clock, the idea of slipping out of the crowd to get a berm and maybe something warm to sit sooola tuuutta sooola ... ... on the dock just a few streets down to forsake the sound of the sea.
Poetic, no?
bad that maybe I would fall frozen dead in ten seconds!
desist from my insane proposals, assisted by Betty, by encouraging a bluish color, I was shaking on me and told me to resist! Sometimes even the Raffie asked me, seeing me pour into the barricade, I was still alive and sometimes I felt the Elaine moaned weakly behind me since, poor thing, was left out. Seeks to return what we were saying because they rightly felt excluded, but they were so shit that I did not have the strength. "Trust me ... you're not losing anything important," I said kicking his hat as he could by covering the brain and the collar of his jacket. Every now and then passed
Beba and howling wind-driven "I'm going to give me a giiirooohhhhh" I do not know as if about to pass wind Raffie demonic.
Comical the fact that this Beba, towards the end of the trauma, it was found in the barricade in front of us right in the front row next to a girl who had bravely come up from Naples to the graces of the Lume Among all the lights, understandably girl (I apologize I do not remember the name) was so excited because it was the first time that he had come to see and to hear that for me and Betty was the fourth time he wanted to know if it's so good live as in photos and on video.
Sandra "Ah, it's beautiful! It is even more beautiful! "And I
" It's so beautiful it almost sucks! "
same as if not already suffering enough, the poor girl was tormented all the time from an Albanian who had been madly in love with her. Like Romeo and Juliet (sorry, still suffers from high school teacher who had letters of feminist super profe ... hello!) Is shouting from one to another hurdle, and he wanted that she did a photo at all costs ... did not want him to make him , she wanted it to have its own and if you think about it is not illogical.
However, she tried to tactfully say something like "Orlando Bloom is coming and I think that you throw away even a single photo for you?" But it breaks so that the beans in the end was happy. He had never done! For the boy
were a step away from marriage.
Rather than pay attention to who was and who was not, the attention of those present was shifted to two youths who were shouting all information as to the balcony of your own home, so that when one of them was lost a few critical step, all the people around reported "He said ..."
At one point the girl has run distracted and he took the opportunity to sneak across, so me and another girl we started him a little ' signs of "Turn around ... no, more ... but not the other side ... the other ... but you completely Türnich!" and when this has run if the last shot is found behind all smiles and launched a desperate cry!
Apart from this distraction I could not given that much to distract me, usually with my butt, I ended up on the downhill section of the platform and the first two or three hours are made by me to step on the metal legs of the barriers to change from time to time position and prevent the foot gangrene. Besides
Raffie were a bunch of girls who believe they were there to wait Orlaido which, all excited,
commented "When I come to take your hair!" Said one.
"But I face" makes another chuckle.
and refining "How Girl ... you hear speeches by the age difference! "
Sandruman nods affectionately when the cue over his shoulder with eyes at half mast, saying" I will take the stone! "
And she" ... is just ... "
Apart from this exploit
of life, most of the afternoon the step attached to the fence like a cicada in full suit, dedicating myself to what I do best: sleep anywhere but to stay.
I stayed in Cannes and I stayed in Venice and have me sleep well at San Remo, just resting your elbows on something at least stable (they made me sick for a few days), bowing his head and slip into your brain, getting lost in the a dream ... bit 'type elves, just that I'm with my eyes closed! The quake Hydromassage
continuous almost quasi-Betta induces sleep but I expect a rude awakening when Luke debis, or whatever it is, it brings to the sock idea of coming to sign autographs during practice for the afternoon. His fault we played almost the Elaine that suddenly, with all the crowd in riot gear and girls screaming, murmurs ... but ... I have a little 'fear of being crushed ... "and smiles.
little later I'll scream that from seeing Marco Balestri in the crowd and barely resist the chase to attack his leg, moaning, "Please! Tell me all this is' soooo My '! "and mental note to tell us that we know that yellow pancake house envy ... oh! My Balestri!
Personalizzami all!
back to us when we finally wants style and coolness you decide to leave I have to put up forty minutes
"Oh my God! Sondre Lerche! Oh that cool! Oh I do not believe Luke Dirisio! Oh how good Luke! I do not believe Dirisio! Have you seen how beautiful? Oh I can not believe Luke Dirisio! Luca Dirisio Oh! "And so on that I felt like turning around and say" Look he's dead ... "but even I come to such mischief.
also because I realized, sleeping antennas standing, that the people who are not there waiting for someone in particular ... waiting for someone. In fact there were a dick to nine hours without pissing around for dinner but without exploiting the poor Beba as couriers for sandwiches (without her I do not know how I would not have Cyber-Betta, the woman who lives in air ed'Orlando) we were just us, all others were interchangeable ... wait ... I said all?
... I wanted to say almost everyone.
Dolcenera The fan club was not one of them.
I never heard her sing but I swear that I is already on the cock!
Six hours of continuous breaking of Madonna, chants rewritten Dolcenera, seven in all sung a after another as if they were the most catchy of the world and as if all of us morissimo the desire to listen and we were not there to do anything else. After the third hour I doubt has arisen: that she brought the family to San Remo ...
A group of youngsters tried to defend the choirs such as "Do you hear this voice? FUCK YOU! "And I myself was a step away from me a check from the ass's tail coat, turn around with the mop of maestro Muti and direct a" C'AVREEESTE ROOOOTT'I'CCAZZOOOOO "but I decided to make the Little Princess I was limited.
Meanwhile, the characters continued to slide. At one point, also came running to Solange ... the road with the crazy hair, pants water in the house, the shoes of the 80s (in the sense that has for the '80s) and a shocking pink jacket howling "We do a bell'urlo for this festival which has need? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!" waving their wrists came as a hairdresser and he's gone ...
For the moment I have only one certainty in my little life enclosed within the barrier and the step of maciapiede: before 21 , now the official start of the festival, I can starmene quiet.
Obviously that's why I have slept almost the whole.
Perhaps to be sure of having earned the Betta's body, the CSM calls a few times to warn us that the performance of six feet of the firmament will be around at 22.20 and then Orlahpperò arrive around 22.
top of the hill is almost eight o'clock at night ... I say almost all downhill (fan club Dolcenera in part) because while the Betta scientifically studied his swing and how it was possible for a human being to vibrate that way for more than six hours, the 'Elaine had found a hole to come in the front row and refining seemed to be there for just 5 minutes it was so cool, as usual I had to do with the handful fucking break back.
A midget blonde color that must have been 15 years but that face and hair she looked 40, I hath been placed behind at eight, starting with "Now that the jump ... say that this one will be angry if the walk when it comes out on him? ... oh I throw it down ..." and so forth, giggling with buddies as if I were not even listening to 20 cm. I do not remember who it was coming but I did try to look the other way and tried to doze, but when I heard the snickering and are lying on your back I shot a little 'balls.
I turn around and bitch ... I was writing on the back with a lot of paper and pen.
"but I say ... you're using as a coffee table?" I make them.
And this "Ah ... sorry ..."
Well, one that looks at you as if you were doing a rebuke alien and you respond, 'Oh excuse' by force to be Mongoloid, so while my first intention had been to take her by the neck, in front of a face ass like that I removed.
"I do not think the case ..." I continue "I am here by the two and I'm not going to spend the next two hours with you lying on your back ..." too good, no?
will not believe this but after two seconds have the courage to say "It's important to be educated," said a
... I was using as a desk seemed a bit 'a jack ass ...
"Type you, eh? "I make them. Then after that I started to describe what the Betta I would if I heard even a finger of the creature near me, but especially after a lady asked if one of his friends was his son, has run raised by the balls.
Why do I always find these people among the Maronites?
Meanwhile, the festival starts, you hear Panariello through a speaker placed outside.
'Great' I think 'At least so we know if the gardener is still on stage or not, and prepare for the exit'. Scene
who has repeated throughout the afternoon and evening, while we were Bovere sdronze bianghe suffering behind the fence, they all stopped in front of breaking balls and were promptly kicked out. Around 22 people this would have killed her. There were two assholes do not know that TV, and he sent her cameraman, of a sudden he makes us "But it's up Orlando Bloom?"
And the girl next to me "Yes ... I've already seen, is high ... "except that this was a meter and a half ripe banana, but had seen him from afar for the first time that afternoon and broke the balls with 'I've already seen' to all who interviewed.
I smiled with pity and I cried "Yes ... it's not that high ..."
And the guy "is low?"
"No ... but if you were here before, we do not see a shit and we're here by two ..." The girl
, aims to rule the heart, turns "Do not worry, there we raise the limit when it arrives and then c'inginocchiamo ... I know how to do our job, thanks! "
fact she knew so well that when he arrived His Majesty Chioma-Leonine, he started jumping on the spot to see him and her as well us we had to climb as refugees into the barricade.
In addition to the TV, who also interviewed Raffie ... but I burst a pimple if I remember that they were asked ... even the photographers. A couple in particular, got there 20 minutes before the main event, we continued to place in front, even before I say, directly into the mouth from what we were stuck! I wanted them both dead.
to propel at least one of the two, the one that I was lying on him, a bit 'far, I have not hesitated to open his bag the fucking camera. The type has run shot to shot looking around for a while ', then has finally removed a little checking to see if anything was missing. He has not approached more! \\ (^ O ^) /
raffia has done an admirable effort to tell a policeman, 'Look, you may send behind the barriers? They might not even be there before here, we are here is not just the two ... "And you know who has heard
answer?
"Eh ... we're in Italy" ...
by a member of the police.
Dille at most that you do not have the authority to do that ... crap!
However, while the police if they beat the shit, sometimes coming out of the cabinet with three doors and dark suits with earphones, which we sbarbicavano them from the front. Mica for us, but for their safety ... and those arriving by car. Thank goodness that
Stellina Holy ribs made them work a little 'budrilloni of these cops!
God how to love him, bit her aunt!
Ahem ... at some point get a black car, with tinted windows, followed by a van with tinted windows clear as that on which my favorite was Animal Lana arrived in the afternoon ... and it's chaos!
We climb the barricade, I do not even know why, I scream (maybe it was the Betta I have no idea) "It's HIM! It's HIM! "
doooove ... But where?? Damn truck is parked right in front of the black car which was released Laid The Kid and our location can not see a bachanga!
'NOOOOOOOO !!!!!' I would like to howl, if only I could breathe.
Damn that truck Maga Wiz Bert in the middle of fucking and we're taking away precious seconds of Divine Breath ... until the familiar shape of the shoulders and back, that walk, those who recognize it Fianchini dry in the middle of all of China runita in a square: it is he!
Oh, Thief of my heart ed'ogni glimmer of dignity that resides in me!
A scream louder (because it is impossible not to recognize also Orlabbro back) and in slow motion as you turn the flash lit shot of hair, loose and flowing and beautiful ohmmioddio who knows that smell heavenly, a paw up and one down from the step with those legs that help me not to tear, with its beautiful dark suit and white shirt, up for the arm salutes and dry ... and I never saw a criminal, thief, and greet more pork than he does! ... how do you become violent erotic with a wave of his hand, knows only know him ... or just me, maybe because I'm sick. I have the ...
Orbillo
Run up the stairs and disappears into the Ariston.
... ... ... ... ...
get off the fence with his eyes on the ball, I had not even seen her kick-off the World Cup. I look at the Betta and refining that make me smile, "Did you see him now?" And just as
the first girl I can not say anything other than "What we are really stupid! pig who fig ...!! Ohiohi ... a dick ... I believe that gnome! "
That shot of hair should be accompanied by the sound of the show Wonderwoman, when she enacts her super strength and is seen as moving in slow motion ... those Hair is a one-way ticket to hell! Bert-
The mobile lever means and reassure me a bit '.
I think that when you leave me I can see it in all its glory down those damn stairs and then finally how long I can go to piss! Meanwhile
out of those machines who have already performed, I see an old woman in a car that puts a smile to greet everyone and to do Betta
"Who the Granny?" And she
"It Tullio De Piscopo ..."
"Ah ..." Got it ... because
She, along all'Elaine, when it passed Max Gazzè not sang in the window 'A music can do ... ... cacareee lalallaaaaaa!' Shortly after we hear
Victory or Victoria or as heck do you spell announce Orlando Bloom (and there was the roar from outside does not understand what the hell were screaming ...) and soon everyone to bombard me with calls to describe what he was doing, as he kept his hands in his lap, as he was seccherello, big eyes and Musino
... We felt embarrassed by the speaker.
Whenever Orloro laughing or you could hear his voice was bitter for the Betta cocks because I drew these and so many slaps to vent that almost the circulation of new blood!
But when she, her great ass of Cinderella, he kissed me I thought I broke the phone by the load of phone calls! You've seen them all, so I will not describe it ... but God ... have no words for that little face ... I broke it all!
Back to us ... because a little later would have to go out, Betty says, "Well, let's fitted to a hair! "She
them long to almost half and moved back and brought them together in a small tail behind, but not all as one would think, only the top will also have a name ... but I hairstyle is a I know! So what does it do? He takes them and untie you ... this is a geyser?
Worse!
seemed that Tina Turner had exploded on the ...
However, Sandra's hair aside, can give a human appearance to coincide precisely with the abandonment of the stage by Laid. We
.
I'm already dying ... you see after a few minutes of the legs dressed in black on the top of the landing and we are all perched on barriers. I am feeling bad ... I do not know that the others do but I know that I am about to leave the pens when I see those legs now that the Holy Virgin and more recognizable among thousands and then all his chicken coops ladrissima figure. Two-Legged Beast
Oh!
Come here than you can stand!
goes down, it stops halfway and says hello, decimating the audience with a smile, that way of greeting all wrong and that he has excommunicated ... my eyes glaze, I can hear the noise, breathing the purest air the planet because I know that he is breathing less than ten feet from me, reached the car, smiling (die), opens the door (dying) and that God rest his soul stops for a second, on his face from the curses form the thought because I see Orlando has one of those faces that the helmets reads Madonna's all good, and then raised his sopraccigline testuzza with nods to another does not mean "No way, let's go! "
closes the door and I watch it and do not believe, make their way among his own staff and I see someone talking to him because it lowers a bit 'head and says something as glorious in my head bother ... I invented that say "No Orlando, we must go!" He
, thief, responded "It'll just a minute!"
dismounted from the fence, I'm not aware but Elaine will tell me later that while approached, I whispered "No ... no ... oh God ... oh God kill you kill him ..." and it is also because, as he did around the car came straight at us, I was almost sure that I was looking in eyes and had come to give me a slap tal'era the security of your hand. As usual at this point I part the effect of being drunk and I feel myself dreamed it all. I know it's gone by Raffi, I told everyone that "Hello!" I know that the Betta grabbed the icy hands of death and that he heard her so warm and soft, which he said "Hello" and she said "Love!" and that he wanted more ... let go of his hand had grabbed for his thumb and pulled him desperately as if their survival depended on that contact. When it was finally my turn I humbled: with a face that I would never want to see from the outside because he had to be a bad hallucinating, I bleat
"CIAA-aa-aa-ooooo!" On the verge of tears because I could not believe it was just really come between us poor mortals, something no one else had done that night, and I stretched out my hand touched his fingers, which have seemed to me a little cold but Morbidini Morbidini. Well ... I am sure that, unfortunately for him he saw me because I just looked those in the balls of his eyes the color of autumn leaves and then passed over.
I turned almost in tears.
I did not know more shit.
The Betta seemed much more responsive to me.
... You know how I go step by step. First a square inch of hand touched to the maniac, then if I keep my fingers ... so the next time I can take all your hand!
And in a couple of years maybe I could hug him to ... what do you think?
However, it is chaos, Orlando rushes down the street, heedless of the fact that it was not closed to traffic, surrounded by a sea of people, including policemen and photographers who do not know from where they could be ticked off so many and it's all in the lap of honor to the fan club Dolcenera then go on to kill the poor girls in front of us including Beba and also the girlfriend of Naples after the meeting with the Orlume Reason cried for ten minutes on the phone with his mother and was the image of desperate joy!
What about the other?
I could tell it again and again of his smiles and his expressions ... but all those we know well, is not it?
So I will say that the Well of desire has been directed to the car, smiled, and came on board as it passed by the tinted windows in the car even had the courtesy to pull down the glass to put out one hand wonderful and healthy thing I want to say has not taken any of those with dark windows ...
CSM (which will soon become the man who consumes) c'aveva advised not even go to San Remo is not so much because we've seen nothing but the Sandruman wisely replied "clam ... and I tell you that from this point of view I know. Unless the tramp, and take him away by force, two minutes for the Orlando fans always find them! "And indeed he was right ...
tiè Smoking Man, tie!
This time I must say that I liked this Joined Forces between me and the Sandruman, I with my usual Spell she who has just sold and everything to recreate the ideal climatic conditions for the coming of Laid between us ...
however, met with no refund, we turn and we came away.
as usual I had trouble articulating his legs so that the transition between two hurdles I lost my balance and I took a shot to one that had stolen his jacket to Solange. I think I have cursed after half an hour, even after I apologized, but I was too happy to suggest that you die and then I switched over.
We found on the sidewalk opposite the Neapolitan and her friends, and the Beba Raffie el'Elaine nodding satisfied because "it is What a handsome boy "said to be not so much impressed by his appearance (which helps quite a bit nasty cowardly) but ... you know ... maybe in the expression, perhaps in the way of acting, something in the eye ... well the Elaine, from Orlando Bloom what is profane (not seen not even a movie) was impressed by the person in general.
I imagine that I, who is an employee of the Thief of Light bulbs, can not utter a fair trial but one thing that the so-called dall'Elaine saw you and not for one minute with disinterest, makes me think.
What kind of personality, I say, may never have one that will kill you in just a minutes in the midst of screams and the flash, if taken in private? There will be a reason why all love him ... there will be a reason why everyone who was lucky enough to know I sing the praises ... there will be a reason why he is so fond of Eric Bana, where Petersen was fascinated and so it is on.
Anyway (damn prof. Velli ...) at that time we need something hot and a toilet; wander dazed for about ten minutes, I'm always on the verge of tears and I try to explain why it takes me to Raffie Orlacchio violence against the human beast, and instead of saying 'Oh, how I would caress and lead to the thalamus to make us love' more readily exclaim 'Oh, how you take it to his lips to push him to bed and eat me alive', which means the same thing but as the second option may be Ranfa clenched teeth and grim expression I vented a bit 'more than before and I to prevent me from breaking my head on a lamp post how I like it!
C'infiliamo into a bar and while ordering hot tea and I win the cup for the first time 9 hours after I remove the hat from which a handful of flies out of the swamp, some giant dragonfly and a few moth, I look in the mirror and my hair seems the battle of Talavera ... of course I get back his hat with a grimace of disgust, and since I have taken the boiling ordered an iced tea, behind which I drink hot tea, in short, no longer even knew what the hell I wanted! I remember very well, however, that at some point there got kind of hysterical laughter imagining what must have seen Orlando when he raised his head towards us ... we have an idea for farcene also made a picture! ... Poor guy ... that he had to put up!
(photo at the bar of the Dead)
At about 23:30 we salute you, Raffi Beba us left and right, each to his own car. Take ownership of the little Matiz and run away, immediately wrong road, do the usual maneuvering to stop and we head to Take the A12, lost in the maze of dark lanes that rise and fall and fall and rise without apparent logic and round and round and then again on the other hand, in short a brothel hallucinating, so that the entrance led to a widening of withstand a series of boxes with red lights, without a signal, a divider a fuck.
"Uh ... Betty ... I know ... no such suspicion? ... We're in the wrong ..." and as I say this thing I'll see you meet the headlights of cars beyond the bars.
"Sandra Soon! Soon you reverse! "Calls upon Elaine.
"Yes, but where should I go?" Asks Betty.
"From there, Betty! There! Make back soon! "I howl.
Bettamacher puts his hand back and pulling all the cones in the road represented the only pale attempt to signal the right direction, so that the first call, and makes maneuvering in reverse again perilously close to the exit of turn from where we came too us, that if there was someone who was just a little 'were happier cat.
Once embarked on the only entry and exit got the ticket (which Betty had to go out the window to take the one from under the truck as it did not go out at all) I suddenly remember one thing.
"That's why Raffie There was advised to exit at Arma di Taggia "Bravely
reactive Elaine and I were trying to keep us awake and ready for reading all the road signs to follow on the map where we were, while Betty was in her dvd mode and Orlando.
of a sudden ... read output
"VALLEY CHIAPPA"
and was a real shame not being able to photograph.
"Excellent ... before the Bar of the Arabian cravings, then the Wine Valley Bottom Fucking and now ... is our journey," I exclaim el'Elaine.
Although we would have offered the change has always led Sandruman, assisted by the piss running away, from his dark arts and the smile that I knew Laid repeated endlessly in his mind, again and again. After that, following a pit, the cover of the dashboard m'è collapsed on his knees, I started to monopolize the hot air ... I think I have them roasted, but as I turned off a chill comes over me otherworldly Nazgul from the bones and begin to chatter.
With the best will, once past the stumbling block the release of Genoa, sure there are collapsed we lost ... miserably!
I crossed his arms over his chest while furtively Betta extinguished the hot air and sweating are literally fainted with her head hanging down ... in one last glimmer of conscience trying to stay awake when I heard that Elaine was unconscious in the back seat and I have also heard to make a last valiant effort by asking the Betta (when it was clearly already in the afterlife of dreams) to wake her because she had to remain even if you fell asleep someone other than her awake!
Willy-nilly, around 4:10 we finally arrived at the end of the motorway and we went out to Florence, in a last step of unexpected vitality Betta trial was put in Leticia with the automatic payment machine at the exit "This makes me a bitch search for loose change at four in the morning! "he rant as I threw my wallet in my face and run away to 140 in the first ... what to say ... but this is it!
Now we just have to fall in vegetative stage and wait ... wait in the shadows, nested in the dark, Intan in darkness, hidden behind a veil of innocence until next Laida, filthy and Lutrumosa appearance of the Prince of Tides ... Hormonal!
the next people!
(stay tuned on these screens)
There Was this rumor about Orlando Bloom Being at San Remo for the festival, and I Sandruman But Were not sure. It Was Only with the help of Our preciousssssss Satellite System-Plus Upgraded version Klarissa That We Were Able to find out the day before, just in time to pick our things up and fly to San Remo…I said fly but I should’ve say drive. We left friday morning, Elaine, Sandruman and I under a real storm with Yellow’s little yellow car (she’s Sandruman’s cousin…HER cousin…not HIS…as I told Orlando in Venice…) with right windscreen wiper bent and creaking…and we arrived in San Remo after 5 hours and after getting lost around Genoa.
Raffie called helping us to find a way to the city and we parked not without a hitch.
Sandruman thought better to leave the heavy jacket in car and came with a light leather jacket, unmindful of the wind. I think I never saw a human being trembling non-stop like that for so long…about 9 hours straight!
Now, this is love, isn’t it?
We met the other part of the conspiracy at the rear entrance of the theatre, Raffie and Beba (the poor willing friend who’ll have her, and ours too, gratitude forever) and we started waiting…and waiting…and waiting…well, the first time Orlando brought his delightful person near us, poor japanese peasants, we didn’t even noticed!
It was Klarissa-Plus who called to inform us that the Great Beyond was inside, passed on a pickup with darkened windows while playing chess with other five members of his crew…
I just wanted to scream, but I thought that like he went in, he also had to come out and that I would have seen him then…but when he did, I don’t know what I was thinking but I missed him again!
Unlike Sandruman and Raffie who turned to me shining eyes, broad smile for he was soooooo cute!!!…like he’s always.
Then we waited ‘cos there wasn’t anything else to do.
We waited until 10 pm, dead cold, under killer wind, worried not to see him when the time would have come, squeezed onto the barrier, fighting those who, arriving at the last minute, tried to sneak in front of us…because at 10 pm he arrived on a dark car, closely followed by a white pickup wich took place in front of his car so that we couldn’t actually see him ‘til he climbed the stairs.
With a giant scream at the apparition of his back (his beautiful, endearing, sinful back) all the crowd had him turned around with a devilish stroke of hair for wich I dropped dead form the barriers…
His hair…should we talk about his hair?
…no…we shouldn’t…well…I can’t…I…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhh!!!!!
He raised his hand, smiled (his beautiful, endearing, sinful smile) and went in.
I jumped off the barrier…I stared wide eyed into Sandruman’s eyes and started fidgeting, stammering out something about him not being of this world.
I knew that in 20 minutes or so he would have gone on stage doing what he had to (and we have all seen how it went, lucky her!) to come out later…precisely after the standard 12 minute performance. He stayed for about twenty and we heard from a loud speaker the moment he left the stage.
Panic.
We climbed again on the barriers. Police trying to set us down but we were deaf, then on top of the stairs some dark dressed legs, a pair of wich was his and moments later there he was, coming down red steps, all dressed in black, dark and beautiful he reached his car and I thought “Well, that’s it…at least I saw him” but then he stopped, knotted his brow, tipped his head to one side and with that face of his, on wich you have the impression you can read anything, he slammed the door and came toward us, walking straight were Sandruman, Elaine, Raffie and I were, so straight I feared for a moment he came to blow me in the face.
“It can’t be…can’t be…he’s coming here…what…why…did he…” that’s what I was thinking…I guess and then he was in front of us, greeting, holding hands, saying “Ciao! Ciao!” and hearing him saying even that one word in italian kills me.
He went to Raffie, to Elaine and to Sandruman he said “Ciao!” and she held his hand tight and answered “AMOOORE!” (‘love’) and would have never let go of his hand and then he came to me, I held my hand out and took his fingers, so soft I could’ve touched heaven and I whined “Ciaaaaaooooooo!!!” on the verge of tears while he was looking at me.
Poor kid, I must’ve been a fearful sight!
Even if not as fearful as Sandruman, all pale almost blue and almost dead…
He kept going, unmindful of the unclosed road, surrounded by cops and photographer, smiling and greeting anyone he could reach! He’s so keen!! No one else did that with people that night!…that’s why I’m mad about the boy!!
After killing as much girls as he could with his smile, he stepped back in the car and while leaving he was gentle enough to pull down the darkened window to say bye-bye with his hand…
AAAAAAAAARRRRGH! He’s so nice! ;_;
We could not believe it!
After he left, behind the barrier in front of us there was a girl who came from Naples to see him for the first time and she was crying of such a joy she almost made me cry!
When we moved from that nine hours position I thought I was going to break in two… with Raffie and Beba we found a bar and had a hot tea, recovering from the long cold day and then we said goodbye to each other and reached for our car.
Sandruman, who lives of air and Orlando, drove back for six hours without wanting to shift with me or Elaine…she said Orlando was giving her everlasting strength, but at 04.10 am when we were near home, she almost uprooted the tool’s collector cabin at the super-highway’s exit point ‘cause she couldn’t find any change! Besides
That We headed home safe and sound, until the next hunt for His Majesty Bloom!
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