Monday, April 27, 2009

Explicit Brazilian Wax Experience

Zio Antonio



Uncle Anthony has carved his forehead like the furrows of his vineyard and his hands marked by a thousand seasons of cold and snow and scorching heat. For him, the Duomo is Milan and Rome is the Colosseum, but knew every chunk of his land and he knows how to talk to a tree after pruning.

Uncle Antonio always looks you in the eye when he talks and even if his voice is no longer the thunder rumbled in the air that many springs ago, comes the same as direct and strong, under the bark of your soul.

- What is said to Milan? - I asked. And I say that you work. I reflect long and hard before speaking, but I can not think of anything else. He tells me to be careful, many feel that television bad things and he just can not if he explains.
- Gotta let you taste the wine again. - Add to defuse and then I see her eyes suddenly light up a dull light. - Look if you like. This is your great-grandfather planted the vineyard. The grandfather has cured and I have dedicated all his life. - Then look out the window, but I'm sure he does not see the world go by. - What would be nice - continues. - How ritornaste would be nice if everyone here in your land and I could show you how to fold the vineyard and the grapes are selected good ...

I look at him and think that it is blasphemous and unnatural life I lead, moving in the bowels of the asphalt to get to work, breathing the smell of rotten, dirty and watching the crowd and slices of sky through the silhouettes of buildings gray.

When Uncle Antonio speaks I try not to miss even one of the things he says. You only need 100 words to describe his world of words that I know of many more and each day I use them as building blocks for sentences to be sold, I realize that after all his simple life, rich and has been so hard truer than mine.

Let's talk about time, seasons, wine and smile. Then I greet him, we hug and he cries. Just I did as a child whenever she greeted him.

- Who knows when I'll see you next time - he tells me.
- Presto! - Reply. - I have a little 'backward and leave sooner than you think you do an improvised!
- I'll wait! I recommend ...

While I go away I do not even notice it's raining.

traffic, work, fast pace, the crowd, the desk calendar, a highlighter, are just silly names that have lost any semblance of meaning.
It's strange how there are people who can warm up inside because there are only ...

Monday, April 13, 2009

Gay Cruising In Central New Jersey

Filo interdentale


speech captured by train, pretending to listen to your iPod.

Starring:
Two girls, very comfortable and unobtrusive.


- I want you to meet my friend:
- No, look I do not care.
- But if you do not even know how he is ...
- OK. How is it done?
- He has an apartment in San Remo.
- Cool!
- So you want to know?
- Maybe later. You know ... I left a couple of times with a ...
- Come on! How?
- One and ninety. Heart surgeon. Porche ...
- Cool!
- Yes, but there I go ... more
- Why?
- She dresses like crap!
- Noooo!
- Purtoppo si…
- Beh, ma non puoi farglielo notare?
- Già fatto. Più di una volta gli ho fatto notare velatamente l’urgenza di rifarsi il guardaroba. L’altra sera a cena l’ho buttata lì. Gli ho detto che conosco un outlet dove si fanno dei buoni affari. Ho insistito e si è segnato pure il nome, ma non sembrava interessato...
- Che peccato! Ma come si fa?
- Lo dico anche io. Questo poi poteva essere l’uomo perfetto. Ricco. Carino. Figlio unico. Orfano, senza suocere rompicoglioni e invece... smonta tutto il mio entusiasmo vestendosi in quel modo…
- Ma fammi un esempio dai. Dimmi una cosa strana che si è messo…
- Non ci riesco. È tutto out of tune. Colors that do not go. Shoes at odds with the belt. Shirts that do not talk about ... is a complete disaster!
- But you can not follow him in this thing? Give him a hand ...
- I tried. It's a losing battle. I'm an aesthetic. I can not go out with a clearly fuoritono dress. More so that this is the clearest proof that I do not care, does not care enough. Why sorry, basically if a jacket for you and the other is a color does not change you life, then do it for me. Put on a shirt I like, I like a shoe, at least make me happy. What the fuck, I the thong that looks like a dental floss at the end I bought it for him! You will not see much but ever.
- Hahahahaha. But certainly that is very sad that there are people around so superficial.
- Surface! Here, this is the right word. And you think 'I am ... this is a neurosurgeon ingambissima
- Look, never trust appearances ...
- Never trust ... it's really true. About. Your friend who want to introduce myself. How do you dress?
- designer of fear!
- Cool!
- Where's My Car!
- When do I take him I start to floss between your ass and knocks him down?
- Hahahaha ...

Monday, April 6, 2009

Table For Country Female Bmi

Il peladrone


- Hello Carmela, what a pleasure to see you.
- The pleasure is my Savior. Ti trovo bene...
- Grazie. E tu, come stai? (Domanda retorica. Lei non la trovo per niente bene. È invecchiata. Tanto. Qui al Sud le donne invecchiano prima. A 40 anni alcune ne dimostrano 60. È un vero peccato.)
- Io sto abbastanza bene – mi dice senza convinzione – ma qui non succede mai niente. È sempre la solita vita: casa, lavoro, figli...
- A proposito di figli. Come sta Davide? (Noto nel suo sguardo una smorfia di sofferenza)
- Sta bene. Diciamo così...
- Come mai quel tono? È successo qualcosa?
- No, il guaio è che non è successo niente.
- Ma ha finito gli studi?
- Si, si. Si è diplomato da ragioniere quattro anni fa.
- Well! Now what does it do?
- Nothing! He's home ...
- Come, stay at home?
- Exactly. He's at home. I get up at four in the morning to go to work in the country and he wakes up at two in the afternoon. Sometimes even three, when I return ...
- But why?
- Sai ... here it is not working. He asked questions. They've promised the people. The sergeant did also speak with a colleague, we are trying to get him in arming ...
- But in the meantime?
- Nothing. In the meantime, sleep late. Then in the evening out with friends. But here there is nothing for young people. They are back and forth with the motion ...
- He bought the bike?
- put it in a gift for graduation.
- Sorry Carmela. But as the bike keeps it?
- John puts in hiding the money in his wallet, so when it's with friends you feel less.
- Why do not you bring in the country? It might give you a hand ...
- But Salvatore. What do you say? He is an accountant! We did this study just for him to change his life and now we take him to work in the country! In the countryside life is hard and he's not used ...

For a moment I try to collect your thoughts and arrange them in a logical manner. But I can not. I can not really. I think the desire for social advancement for some parents who becomes a "blackmail" and I think of young social arms fail to grasp life and expect a sleeping place that will never come ...

- Why not try something somewhere else? Here are 50 thousand people and accountants are ...
- But I'm his mother. Not mean to say I can not leave the way home ...
- But what he says?
- Now we have also bought the computer and the Internet we have made. He says that it will be able to find something. The night before is always there when he returns. I do not understand anything of those things. We hope he does not hurt ...
- Carmela You know, I do not think that the Internet's hurt ...
- Savior, but it might help you find something? Maybe even a nice place to be janitor in a school. If you help him I'll send you there ...
- I can not help Carmela. I could not bear the idea that an accountant as he was reduced to make the janitor ...

While I go away, I recall the many Carmela that crack back in the country, to the many who put John in hiding the money in the wallets of the many sons and David sleep until two and a certain death sentence to a land that can not hopeless to stand ...