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The master bookseller he was imprisoned in the fort, with his eyes fixed on the gate from which they, were penetrating mass.
- Here they are! Incoming! Do you understand why this period is called the "Advent"? - He said the ranks of seraphic spaccialibri.
Support, fearless, ready to cope with the annual invasion of the barbarians, holding the only weapon at his disposal. A gun-readable.
Bip ... and one out! Bip ...
- Excuse me now is the book of my child? - Churches-blank a mother, still convinced not to go unnoticed.
Bip. - Lady, hear, do you have a name ... or at least the author of this phantom child?! - Bip. - Or would you guess the timetable for the friar? Next!
- I do not trofie qvesta pounds ... where Goethe put it? Foi help me! Bip.
- Of course lady! For starters, the German-Italian dictionaries are qvella part. Bip.
- Look, I tried "The Lover" of .., um, well, this has not? ... But I forgot the card at home ... you can do something? - Bip. - But cerrto! He drops his pants that the lady ... I also save the money for the book!
Meanwhile, the fort prepared to square, maybe Habsburg conception behind two defensive positions, the Redcoats tried to stem the assault. Bip.
The master bookseller on the other hand, with a solemn tone and magnanimous, he proclaimed
- .. I'm just seventy-five €!
- Excuse me - does a little voice - I could get a discount!?
- Of course, - said our - in front of the library!
timid in the face of this ruling, the voice sketched. - But there is no library, opposite ...
- Miss, - replied the master, rubbing his hands in front of the eyes of young turgid, - repeat after me! "I'm just ..."
- "S.. S.. I'm just ..." whispered Miss Easy ... Hypnosis
- € ... Seventy-five!
- Seventy .. five ... ... eur
- Brava! - He finished strong by the look bewitching. - Has the card?!
- No ... - does the little voice.
- How not? This is very serious ... Miss - but seeing her crouch to the side, took refuge on a kinder, - Come on, there is no remedy at all ...
Bip. Meanwhile the situation was untenable, and the mood more sultry Christmas.
- Excuse me, came out the last of Nino Manfredi The Last Legion ...? - Bip.
- Sure! I'm just ... ottocentocinq Bip.
- Jupiter pluvio Oh! I lost my card, and well inside me fourteen hundred points, which can not credit me?!
Looking exhausted, which contained the answer, he fell on the young. - Miss, but what I wrote here, Santa? Eh? She sees the deer here? Maybe we should make a living nativity scene?!
A glimmer flashed in the eyes of the master bookseller, and all who knew him, they feared this kind of events. - What an idea! The living crib to the Redcoats! - He finished last.
- Things We're going to get a coffee .. - Whispered two redcoats simply disappear, with an air of desertion.
- Silence! The two of you smart guys out of the corner, do the ox and the donkey! The other men however, will be the three kings!
Moments of dismay among the ranks, while the crush of customers had stopped to watch the pantomime theater, however, also free.
- but dressed as? - He said a potential Re magus.
- With his white beard and red coats .. - Judgement.
- But it seems Santa Claus!
- Silence! And 'he who has copied the uniform ...! - He said, giving the air of having the tests.
- And the women ... what will they do? - He asked for a king envious magus.
Mumble, mumble, he thought the Master bookseller stroking his unshaven jaw. - I know! Women will flock to the crib!
A bleating in the background said the news with undisguised contempt.
- What should we wear for the occasion? - He broke one of them, worry about not having anything to put on sheep ..
- Easy, you also get their red coats and white beard! - It was the answer.
- What? - Squeaked one of them - we dressed as the Three Kings? Let it never be! Confuses us!
- But no! - Said the master of the pulpit, - because you stand on all fours!
- But it is uncomfortable and then grinding the beard there ... - The clientelame began to side with the fairer sex, and gave a background buzz signs of revolt.
- Silence! - Thundered the master at arms raised. - Always complaining! Mondine removed from the rice fields that are not more!
- I, King magio not do it! - Taking advantage of the moment, others are absent. - Rather than do the sheep!
- Mutiny! - There was shouting from the pulpit. - Well we do with two, always better than having a dejected King! Meanwhile
of a mare, "said her.
- Here. We lack only the Christmas tree now ...
- Well, I can put the pine, - said passage of the same name.
- Fantastic! - It pleased the creator of the crib. - Now we are ready, all the fields of battle ...
- But it is a nativity scene or an exercise of war? - It's a customer unheard.
- ... must be ready, coming out of the twenty-first pamphlet daughter of Rowling, "Harry Potter runs away ... Hospice of Azkaban"
- Mastro bookseller Excuse us, but who makes baby Jesus?
with a satanic grin on your face, rubbed his hands and said:
- Here in the Eternal Father, there is only one ...

- End of Part -

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The fridge door opened. And a dim light bathes the room dark.
The last man on earth was sitting at the table in the kitchen. He ate a pizza in the dark.
frowned, already wrinkled by time. He was thirsty.
his gaze to the fridge. Something strange was happening in his freezer.
move.
Maybe there was something alive in the fridge. Otherwise, he thought, would have remained stationary.
I wonder if that thing was moving in the fridge was good to eat.
or whether it was she who wanted to eat. A slice of pizza's choked.
In any case, now there were at least two in there. The refrigerator was
now come very close to him. Semi open. And as it moved, it seemed that he was going to do two more steps. In his direction.
tried to think of something else. But he found it difficult.
beers were in the fridge. Thanks to this, at least he avoided getting up to get one. The fridge
move. The bottles rattled, and something fell to the ground.
The man ate the last slice of pizza.
replay the past. Perhaps because there remained little to live.
His thoughts had flown back in time, when he saw a man sitting in Red Square, drinking a coffee. He realized at that moment that the Cold War was over.
But not in the sense that imagined. No one had imagined that a war stops being cold, when reheating.
And now, there was just to tell him.
The fridge took another step. He had put on the table with him. A gurgling, inhuman
left out the door half open. In the kitchen, spread a musty smell.
The man reached out a hand with a gesture dry. Hazardous. And stuck it in the fridge. A long while
a century. The hand encountered something cold. But not surprised. It was still a refrigerator.
He came out unscathed. Close with a beer between his fingers.
was then that the refrigerator door suddenly flew open.
The light struck him in the darkness of the room and almost blinded him. A cheese
multi color now, what was the most closely to life in the cold source of light.
The hope of discovering a sunset. No surprise, surprise was the worst.
Whatever had been, would have broken the dominance of a number.
The last man on earth she felt alone.
's mind was no longer his ally. Sought elsewhere, the company that he did not know her.
Day after day, more and more away, in search of someone or something better than him. Today
a refrigerator. Tomorrow ... who will bring to the table?
She wanted to leave. Like all the others.
The cold of the refrigerator, took possession of him.
He could not afford. He would not let her go. It was his mind. His and hers alone.

In one hand he held a beer, and in the other a gun.
leaned his lips first and the second where he was the one who wanted to leave.
The last man on earth sat in the kitchen with a gun to my head when someone knocked at the door.
He smiled. Yet another trick of his mind buggy?
curiosity was strong. The
grazed his desire that the door there was a woman.
Perhaps it was the woman of his dreams, the one that went to visit him every night, charming, seductive and
... No! Suddenly, the fear of hearing his name took over.
could not be what was taking shape in his mind. It was a joke too great to bear.
If he had said his name was Eva, would suffice as evidence to prove that it was just an attempt of his mind to make fun of him?
The smile of the new Adam, became a sneer.
Living with someone, had long been his only desire. But now, it was becoming a nightmare of the worst. Soon, he would not even been able to distinguish between reality and deception.
had to close the accounts until he was able to do so. The last breath, I would have used to yell at the woman who was holding at gunpoint, that would not have won.

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soon entered the room could not help but notice it.
He stood there and hung at the same time, pervasive and ruthless.
spares no one. Men or women who were, had all come to terms with him.
Within that crowded room, a quiet reigned apparent ill-concealed behind a basic tension.
In the middle of the night decided to approach as he had no one else dared to do until then.
She sat down in front. The team looked at him and as he was to settle the tie, he stood between them the operator of that mysterious room, which he had heard so much about.
strange stories about that place. Conflicting voices. But no one knew anything of the operator. He decided
then have a beer and served a Lucifer. Belgian Beer said. Grinning agreed, and since the other looked at him, he decided to take the first step.
- Desiree - he began, - shrewd and provocative name for a club night, not to mention the name of the beer.
But on the other side never got any response. The manager, was limited to team with a look eloquent and just as elusive.
the customer gave up and picked up where she had left. The tie. While
system known that his image was reflected mercilessly. That mirror was just as ruthless. He had never seen him so. He looked terrible, tired, and with a long beard and sunken eyes. He could not to accept, to the point of not being able to watch more than a few seconds at a time.
was pervaded by a growing malaise, but could not break away from the curiosity and the way in which the spectacle loomed over him. The manager seemed to have noticed his discomfort and with a gesture of defiance, he approached the mirror.
The customer started. Not believing his eyes, he noticed that the image of the operator, is not reflected in the mirror. It was as if it were transparent.
He repeated three times that control, and this only served to point out that customers in the room were not quite the same as those reflected in the mirror.
Their eyes, their faces, even their actions were not the same. Even
the room pictured on the glass had little in common with the place where he was.
Desiree, in the mirror, was wrapped in a blanket of smoke. At first he thought that the mirror was dirty. But after a few moments he noticed that customers reflected therein, they were just smoking!
This was disarming. He was about to order a whiskey, but he remembered that had to drive.
The moment the thought, he saw himself reflected with a glass of whiskey in his hand. In the other he held a lit cigarette. And yet it was drinking and was not even smoke. He had only wanted to. The manager stared at him, slyly, aloof, with an irreverent look. Has anyone else noticed his surprise. A guy looking
sinister in the mirror because in reality, with the tail bud and beard, stood a few steps from him, flipping through a magazine Yoga DIY. She stared at him, approached him and said:
- First time here, eh? - Laughed and exchanged looks alluring with the manager, turned on his heels and disappeared.
The man in the mirror with whiskey in hand, made a hearty drink, and widened the neck of his shirt, taking off his tie.
As he watched his alter ego with ill-concealed terror, another guy with thick glasses, face as a lawyer, and look ambiguous, put his hand on his shoulder and whispered:
- Quiet, you'll get used to.
- Getting used ... - he said stunned pointing to the mirror - but everything is different ... the place is different ... the desire is ...
- Stereo. - Replied the other making a large circle with an open hand. - Even in a stereo music comes from different places. But music is always the same ... no?
And he too disappeared.
To distract from the mirror and thought those two characters, began to look around.
felt the need to stay in reality. The room, however, was anything but relaxing. Paintings with anger, to make his mark, they were there to fix it. He had the impression that one of them even want to swallow. Strong colors, images, transporting the viewer elsewhere.
music also. Persuasive and redundant, entered the ego already tried and stunned by these visions, undermining the will of the listeners. All
attracted him to that place, and at the same time disturbed him.
Between the two, the fear took over and got up.
A figure of a woman appeared in front. With a smile spread it. He moved a strand of blond hair and parted lips.
- You're leaving already? - He said in a hoarse voice. I touched with one hand on the neck and without stopping, walked away ..
He was struck to the point of languid follow with his eyes, and jaw dangling. Then he turned and looked in the mirror to fix it not too hard.
in the mirror But she was not moving away. He stood there, talking with his alter ego, who put on a great business to do the pleasing. And she seemed to appreciate.
Sin too. The two were exchanging strong feelings. Irrespective of the eyes of others. He felt embarrassed, perhaps because in the end it was still his image, even if reflected. Yet part of him was flattered at being morbidly clinging to the blonde who was not even remotely thought you could have it in front of everyone. Meanwhile
longed for his party a happy ending, saw them leave together and go through the room with ease in the bathroom door, where they stayed a long time.
When his libido went out, he began to ruminate on what happened. Needless to hide the fact that the desire to go to the bathroom with the blonde came to him, the moment when she touched in that way.
But he would not have ever done, thought his wife would stop. But did not stop his thoughts. It was as if they had been screened at that big screen in front of him. Everything seemed absurd. Now he, too, like the manager, did not appear in the mirror. And now I understand why.
was certain he had seen enough and decided to settle accounts with the place. He introduced himself to the manager and said
- The Lucifer I pay. The manager made a
crooked grin, and stood up behind the customer a fat laugh chorus that was all for him.
- And the whiskey and the blonde who pays them? - The item was petrifying. One of those that dig in to the soul. Both the tone that made his eyes seemed to feel uncomfortable. With a whisper for that unexpected and unwanted limelight when the customer replied.
- But I only took a Lucifer!
A motorcyclist standing behind him, recognizable by the smell emanating its leather garments tattered and worn, looked in the mirror even riding a Harley Davidson, leaning on the counter of the local. Suddenly his mouth half full, spread his arms and snapped:
- Here we go again. Here's another who thinks he wants to come here and take her without giving anything in return.
The customer was perplexed and bewildered:
- But here ... what will?
Another customer, angered by the complaints of the newcomer, she concluded categorically.
- Come on you know it, saw it all the blonde! - The rest of the audience, variously assorted railed on the poor customer who does not understand what they wanted from him.
In the mirror he had just returned from the bathroom while his alter ego, and threw himself down the last swig of whiskey, looking relaxed and pleased.
- But I have not done anything! I just wanted to! - He shouted, looking at man counter.
The centaur, pointing blurted out: - What a discovery! Do you think I'd be here if I had the money to buy a Harley like that?!
The rider on the Harley, with a clamshell sandwich in hand, straddle the bike and stepped down. But the customer in the mirror, it was not meek like what he was trying to pay the bill and sneak off. And then, thought it well to spread on the bald head of the centaur, the remnants of the shell in his hand. The centaur was green in the face, a bit 'because even the tartar sauce.
The brawl that broke out in the mirror, half of the customers involved therein reflected, smashing a large part of the virtual room, and bringing the score close to the triumph. But as one against all, had to resign.
Meanwhile, the cashier, the customer incravattato, degeneration even before the events there, he decided to conclude.
- So How much is the total?
stroking the tail with one hand, the manager pointed to the damage to local blatantly projected behind him, and then retouched the bill and submitted it to the customer, which exploded
- But you are all crazy! Where do you go to take a figure like that? And for what? I only took a Lucifer!
The manager kept looking at the mirror, as well as customers.
And he took advantage. She reached the door, and ran off while behind him, its image in the mirror he was chased into the clutches of a wiry that did not emit a sound, and also seemed deaf to the cries of the binding that is waving and shouting expletives at the time of his like was that if the heels. He also did not seem to want to stay there. But nobody could do anything about it.
did not seem to be true even come out of that place.
decided to get into the car and go as far as possible.
But where? The steering wheel in hand, he realized that he did not want to go anywhere.
even to return home to his wife. Neither one wanted to drive. He felt empty, devoid of desires. It was as if they had all left the place in which they summed up in one word.
In the meantime was wondering if it was because of something he had been drinking in the room, he remembered the only words urlategli behind by the operator while putting on his door.
- We will keep the pledge as ... ...!
He could not hear all the words but gave no weight.
Everything was so absurd that night, but finally was over.
He stopped the car near the train station. Almost without thinking, picked up the rearview mirror, and put his nose to review in its banal as craved normality.
Nothing!
The face was not there.
He was not there. Yet he touched, felt in the mirror but there was no trace of him.
got out and looked in the windows steamed up. But even there, there were neither his face or him.
That night passed quickly. He tried his image everywhere. In the windows of the houses on the handles, in puddles, anything that would reflect a ray of light.
The next morning found themselves a car parked at the station with the door open, and a dress on the seat.
in the country immediately began to turn a strange story, the alien owner of the car found at the station. And incidentally, this time it seemed that the guy in question was last seen in the usual local legend from which came a week.
The name was always the same, and the stories so many that there was now no longer the case.

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A blank page.
The shadows of candlelight to take off that white sheet on his natural candor, while providing a warm romantic, but no less vexing.
He stood there, staring at him with a quill pen in hand, full of ink now withered by time. His hand hovered in midair, holding the instrument once belonged to a bird, and now recycled to perpetuate an idea on a sheet of paper, with the help of an indelible black ink.
But no thought was written. And not a single word.
The paper continued to stare, empty and irreverent.
The writer, he felt like that paper, which would not emerge from nothing.
His desire to see the words appear, was reflected on paper yellowed by time and by the dim light. But nothing happens by itself.
could be a sheet so insistent? He stood motionless on the desk, empty and useless. The sight of the tediava day after day, until the torment.
Once on that paper, ran a black river. Words intertwined with one another, to make up a nest of stories, from which ideas were overflowing, ready to be captured one after another.
Now, on this desert yellow, there was more life, like that in him.
For several months, it was just the running time instead of ink, transporting more and more towards the delirium and insanity.
A microcosm consisting of a sheet, a pen and himself, into which he felt trapped.
He also gave life to find a quiet word in that universe.
moment by moment, anxiety fed on itself.
if anyone could hear, if words are once its allies and friends, to come back to help him in this terrible time. Why
had abandoned him, too? If only I could sleep ...
kidnapped him. But nothing changed in the room, where already the absolute silence reigned.
Tlic. A noise
took it from her sleep light. A black drop
had moved from pen and had slipped down.
Falling on the paper, rubbed all around in a circle. He was shivering in the glare of light. That drop would have to be inanimate, trembling and twitching.
stretched. Was taking shape itself.
no one to help her, the timid creature turned into a collection of letters, and stared at the blank surface, still illuminated by the faint light of the lamp.
DROP A.
This word had settled on that paper, the instant a drop of ink, broke away from the nib.
Yet he was sure not to have written it. Absolutely certain. The
saw, touched, already quite dry and absorbed by the paper.
He was not dreaming. It was the first word after a long time.
happy but at the same time amazed she could not connect.
With a slight smile on his lips, put his quill pen on the paper and looked up.
When lowered, put his hands to his eyes and rubbed them fiercely, trying to get rid of the other words that were there waiting for him.
PENNAD 'OC A.
Absurd.
The pen was gone. In its place on the paper had appeared out of nowhere these three words. Well written, although with a handwriting that was not his.
He believed that a writer's worst enemy was the anxiety, but that vision troubled him far beyond their fears.
The surprise left him immobile.
woke from slumber, he picked up that paper. She looked into the background.
It had nothing different from before, except those words appeared from nowhere. The rest, thrilled with a sort of respect, perhaps resulted from the fear of the unknown.
When removed his hand from the paper, a new discovery left him breathless.
In one corner, the same he had used to challenge it, now was written across a word he was going to go off right in the vertex in question.
INCH E.
Exactly where he placed his finger was now written the name of the thing that had touched. This reasoning
caught him off guard.
saw what happened until then.
The drop of ink falling on the sheet. The quill pen. And now the thumb.
was frantic search for a logical absurdity in that context. Yet if ever there was one, seemed rather obvious.
contact.
When brooded on this discovery, and sought within itself a reason for all this, again instinctively took his thumb and almost the same spot to seek a confirmation of the absurd, he turned the sheet and winced.
In the back of that, there could be a word in logical, written in the lower left.
INDIC E.
And so it was written.
immortalized in black figures, these words were there, suggesting that surreal situation.
What mattered at the end of reality? Now, after days vacuous and desperate, the words that were popular back in the white desert.
Greed drove him to continue, the stronger of the doubt and fear of the unknown.
thrown together on that sheet fertile and mysterious objects that were at hand. His breathing became labored, and his heart shook his chest.
Many words were added to the previous ones scattered about that piece of paper with the names of the objects that you had put on.
The excitement was great.
But not enough to satisfy him. He felt that he could be more daring.
The trembling hand descended upon that magical instrument that produced sounds instead of words.
It was basically to understand how to play it to produce something more than just black notes placed on it in bulk. After all, he felt that the instrument could also play a symphony, complete, unique and surprising.
had just discovered his language, to reach the goal.
pressed the palm of his hand open on that page, as if to breathe on it a divine blessing.
but still did not know if it was the divine or of its antagonist.
But the thing at the moment for him was irrelevant. He was interested in the result, and for this he was ready to give all of himself.
The words began to flow in, and closed eyes prevented him from seeing what was going on out there.
many ideas crowding his mind, as instruments and sounds in search of common air.
He would not even open my eyes, yet he knew that something was happening.
A story flowed from the depths of his innermost ego. The story that perhaps he had never dared to even think about that now seemed clear and vivid in his mind.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a sheet impregnated with words to the brim. It was a tale, indeed, the prologue to the novel that has always wanted to write but never had even managed started.
His imagination galloping, and a new white paper that replaced the former was placed at the side, to be the first of many of its peers. Together, they form the work that he, like other authors have identified as the "book of life."
A sentence that he better not ever say ahead of time.
from his hand gushed torrents of words that filled pages and pages, while his mind was dreaming now, with open eyes, the history that brought with it ever since.
Time passed. Minutes, hours, maybe days. He did not know anymore.
He goes on and on without stopping, driven by an irrepressible desire.
not slept for days. She did not eat. E even quench their thirst. A barely remember to breathe. The
craving to see the end of what has always haunted him was stronger than everything.
He felt that the end was near. It was not just the end of the novel.
forces abandoned him, but still remained a few pages to write and everything would be done.
One morning, while the soft light of the light gave way to dawn light, the manuscript was left completely exhausted by the outstretched hand on the table and the desk.
A feeling of contentment pervaded him leading him to realize at that moment that everything was done.
His fate with that novel came to an end, perhaps before the appointed time.
Greed, the anxiety of wanting to throw up all that work in such a short time they had consumed, depleting it with the life he had left to live.
felt as if she had wanted so eagerly, his life would be much longer. However, the life's work was written, his wish fulfilled. But the time that it was still living who had been given to this wish was fulfilled.
still do not know who it was. Perhaps the devil had taken possession of him in that moment of weakness, perhaps God had decided to fulfill a wish before it happened the irreparable, and a life was spent for nothing.
He felt, the instant you let go, that he would know who was to thank for that. The manuscript
hours he stood there, well arranged and ready to be read, by whom he had first discovered that a man, lying inert on a chair with a smile off his face to draw. A man who was said to writer ... and thanks to that work became the ... posthumously.

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protagonist is a boy between 10 and 14 years grappling with the problems typical of adolescence
. Sonny is a typical young man who wants to know, to know, do
experiences. He is interested in girls, but has never had one and it is
teased by his teammates (who have not even had them, but pretend better)
the school is a war which can not escape, Professors are enemies that always know how to put it in
difficulties. Sonny, however, is doing very well thanks to family, friends, neighbors
and his animals (a dog and a cat), but sometimes in the evening in the dark Room appears
another boy. And 'his other half, the conscience, the soul, the brother who has never had is simply
Sambo. With Samba, which in the eyes of Sonny is a real creature, although it is impossible
make the thing, you establish a relationship and dialogue.

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Sonny : a boy aged 11/14 years. Grappling with adolescence and the school is located in an area without being strange as a child but not yet a man. His family loves him, but sometimes, as often happens, you do not understand the end. Sonny is coming to terms with its a kind of double (an imaginary friend that here becomes a real consciousness that interacts with the main character) with which he speaks, discussing and sometimes arguing.

is not an easy life to Sonny, but definitely fun and full of surprises. Physically he is a child of normal height, with blond hair uncombed (unlike Samba), the air bright lively expression. It 'always been in love with his neighbor, Emily, who even looks at him. At school, Sonny is really a landslide, even if sometimes in an unconscious way.

Sambo: Sonny is the conscience but also his party. Sambo is the mirror of the protagonist but differs in a couple of physical characteristics and consequently graphics that allow you to immediately recognize Sambo has a haircut other than Sonny and also, as always in the same way (after all the imaginary friends or consciences do not need change) with a T-shirt with horizontal stripes. Sambo is only visible to Sonny.

Bongo : it is a friend of Sonny, a big, strong and overweight. Bongo is black and his real name is
another, but now is known only so much that, in this bizarre universe
and not politically correct, even the teachers call it. Bongo has the features a bit 'stronger than Sonny with a slightly flattened nose and prominent lips. Bongo is less brilliant than Sonny and gets involved in all the many different situations from our protagonist.

Sam: Another friend of the band, Sam is smaller in stature and build than the other two. It 's the most "child" of all this, is sometimes used by others for the most difficult and risky type
invite the girls to dance. Sam often leaves a "drop" from the nose
really nice to see.

Toothpick Leo and his band : they are the sworn enemies of Sonny and his friends. Leo Stick (called
stick) of clear Italian origin, is a kind of boss of the neighborhood with his gang of young punks
, would terrorize everyone. In fact, in the end, we discover that Leo has been at war only with Sonny because after all, is not so bad. Leo also deeply loves, unrequited, the sweet Emily and their emotional dualism that created the rivalry between the small boss and our protagonist. Among resentments, escapes, ambushes and wars to the sound of shots blowgun, between the two factions began a real war. Leo Stick is bigger than a couple of years and is taller than Sonny.

Mamma : pretty young Sonny's mother tries to be patient and understanding towards the son, however, makes life difficult.

Dad: It 's the classic modern parent, which only goes between work, family and friends. Go and play soccer on Thursday night and fans for your favorite team (go to the stadium along with Sonny) but hardly ever does not win.

Miss Teacher: It 's the real bogeyman of Sonny and the whole class. Small, petite but irascible and inflexible, the teacher does everything possible to put Sonny and his friends in trouble, and often succeeds. The teacher also inspires awe with Leo and his band Stick

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1) External. Sonny, Sam and Bongo are just emerging from a cinema. Behind them you see the entrance to the cinema with a lot of advertising poster which reads "Point-break."

Sonny 'What film "tough"'.

Bongo: 'Yeah all those stunts and the action scenes'.

2) Sonny jumps on a small concrete wall at the side of the road (it could be a little Borbera, that is one of those elements made the protection of pedestrian areas) and is balanced like a surfer protagonist of the film.

Sonny: 'I wish I could be like Patrick Swaize'.

Bongo, 'but in the end he dies'.

3) Sonny slaps him behind the head to Bongo, as Sam is distracted by soap bubbles, which is doing a small child. Sam looks away and does not follow the reasoning of the two friends, he looked dazed by soap bubbles.

Sonny: 'It is not that the way the movie, stupid'

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Sam: 'Bubbles'.

4) close to Sonny and Bongo, it touches his neck where he hit Sonny.

Bongo 'And what is the point?'.

Sonny, 'It's live on the edge. We think we could do whatever we want? '.

5) Piano and Bongo Sonny always on average. Bongo is now the happy expression. Sonny has the face sapientone.

Bongo: 'Even going to see porn movies?'.

Sonny: 'Yes'.

6) Shot of all three players taken in full figure. Sam, who until then had seemed very distracted, came up with his face to that of Sonny and asks the question with a hopeful air.

Sam: 'It truancy?'

Sonny: 'Sure'.


7) Angle similar to the previous one except that Bongo is now closer to Sonny (who is obviously in the middle between the two), while Sam was a bit 'away.

Bongo 'And tear the register of teachers?'.

Sonny: 'Of course!'.

8) close on three. Sonny embraces the two friends at the shoulders. Sonny was the sly expression.

Sam: 'Uhao! That's cool! I am ready for anything '.

Bongo, 'Me too. What should we do to become like that? '.

Sonny, 'I plan I would have ...'.

9) Internal. The school bathrooms. We see Sonny, and Sam Bongo ready to take action. Extract from a lot of masks (such as those used on the movie "Point Break," in fact), but we can not see the faces. It is clear that Sonny is angry that the masks are not all equal. Even sambo background, this is a mask in hand.

Sonny: 'Wow! I said all of that kind: What shape are we doing now '.

Bongo: 'Sorry Sonny, but they are the only forms that I could find, no longer period of carnival'.

Sam: 'I like this'.

Sambo: 'I do not think is a great idea'.

10) we see Sonny, and Sam Bongo with a face mask in front of the President (Reagan and Bush for example). However one of the three has the form of Mickey Mouse, one of those carnival and the scene is immediately to the height of the three little thieves and context, surreal. Sambo also behind them, has a mask on his face. The three young players are armed with slingshots and blowguns. The three are turning to two classmates.

Sonny: 'We are the bay of former presidents. This is a robbery. Give us all the stickers and Winx Naruto otherwise it will be worse for you '.

schoolmate 1: 'Who are these? Must Extracomunitari be presidents? '.

classmate 2: 'That must be the president of Mickey Mouse'.

Sambo: 'The problem is being taken seriously'. TABLE

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Andrea Laprovitera Born in Orvieto (TR), IL10-09-1971 and settled in the locality. San Martino.
EDUCATION: High School
surveyor, obtained at the Technical Institute for Surveyors "A. from Orvieto "
school year 1989/90.
Health Technician Diploma in Medical Radiology, obtained at the Regional School of
Viterbo Grande Hospital of the Sick "Renato Capotondi Calabresi" in 1997/98.
PUBLICATIONS:
has published a graphic novel with the publishing house Tunuè entitled "The Master".
E 'appeared in the Journal of Tunuè "Mono" in number 3.
has published a short story in the 'anthology "Monstars 3" of Nicholas Fish publisher.
has published a short story on the underground magazine published by Nicholas Fish-press publisher.
has published a comic strip of 32 tablets of science fiction entitled "Paradise Lost" (first published in installments in the journal
Chronicle Comics) on behalf of the Cultural
Alex Raymond.
subject and has written screenplay for a story that appeared in the magazine "PM", published by the College
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now 75 years old, was also the last time my father took it, not because the next morning he woke up again. My mother always told us that must have gone happy, because he still had a smile on his lips.
Nine months after we arrived, and then, as my mother always says, was a beneficial exchange, because even if one is gone, it came two!
Needless to say we have never met Dad, but we've always wanted so much the same.
Today, Dear Editor, We are writing this letter because I want to do something for him.
We have seen that in the town square after the statue of mountaineering, to remember those who gave their lives to save Italy, they put the monument for the drunks, that is the car that crashed remember those who no longer know how to drive when they drink straight.
So we thought, that if you can put a beat-up car in the middle of the plaza to remember those who sacrificed their lives to alcohol, then you can also place a memorial for our father who gave his life for ours.
to meet her, we send the design of the monument we thought, that is a big blue marble candy 5 meters high, below it the Latin inscription "Resurrecturis. This is because being close to the church sounds very good and also because the mother says that candy does raise the dead. Our
But dad it's not resurrected. That is why he took it when he was still alive?
Who knows. However, even the priest agree that the candy does raise the dead, always says when it comes to finding the mother. He
fact, has always a box in his pocket and his mother, who was never very religious, said that lately has found the faith! So
director, she does not think that this candy deserves a monument?
If you do not believe it and want to try one too, we can always send one of those of the priest, so he has an escort home.
I beg you, help us publish this letter so that the country read it all, and who knows from there Dad is not too happy ...

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The sun went out for her very soon. His memories were stopped at a world seen from the bottom up, in which people and objects were all older than her. Huge objects, allies behind which to hide easily, people like giants who took her in their arms.
Now, without seeing them, felt their voices coming from a height equal to his.
was grown. But still when he wanted to return a child, and take refuge in his memories, he crouched on the ground and loved to hear and feel everything again from above, as then. From this perspective, it seemed to return to see the light illuminate the new world that had gone years ago. It was like a child again and see again, even with closed eyes.
get up when the world came back to become a jungle of sounds, smells, and perceptions.
The city was a chaos of feeling out of control. The background noise and the rhythm of the city left her no time to realize what was happening around them. All this inevitably caused her discomfort and a 'insecurity that often ended in the most ancient and primordial of human emotions has always been his constant companion. Fear.
When his world was turned off, it was as if he had been locked in a dark room, the same as it was over several times in from a small college. The inside, dark, perverse fantasies came to visit, but when I told those who loved her, no one believed.
One day the college was over. But at night, always slept with a dim light on, in order to dispel fear.
After the operation there was no more light to illuminate the nights. The nights were joined together, forming a single, infinite.
In the long night, he could not escape his ghosts, and had to face them with courage that can have a child. Unable to defeat them, he learned to live with it until it disappears As the night became her friend, day after day, even if the word "day" for she did not mean anything.

some time things were changing. There was much interest around her, the others had become more polite, courteous, especially men. Even those who years ago were only the distant sounds, greetings diluted disappearing in the distance.
's remoteness and lack of a voice contact was synonymous with loneliness.
He wanted to live in a world of hugs, warm and strong, that they knew how to wear when she was a child, without making them fear no more of that darkness forever, always full of hidden surprises. But now was different.
The men approached her with warmth. Interest.
But it was not the same affection of a time. There were hugs prolonged inspection, which came into that fence that was built. A fence made of the thickness of a distance, which gave her a different emotion to vary by a few centimeters. The
cm is zero. The emotions felt by those embraces men, were new, different, exciting. You, you are abandoned, kidnapped and filled with pleasure neophyte. New
emotions looked out of his mind and took possession of the body. Were difficult to master, often uncontrollable. Many of his guests had noticed. And coming back to visit often. Others told her that was the best.
He was not sure what they meant, but for now all she had become natural. Was enough satisfy those thrills, ride them and drifting. It was like running, flying, free and carefree.
was happy to have all these new feelings. Loneliness was a fear far. New entries went to see her every day, more and more mature voices of men. Each one carried her in his own way, making them discover tastes and smells are always different.
The smells were the real news. With some of these
his mind lost control of the body ...

One day, the smell was unlike any other, a voice more reassuring than his father, and hands so hot that he wanted to replace her, to fondle.
These three things all belong to the same man.
From that day those feelings felt for anyone before, began to appear just for him.
He was her man.
But with him his life did not change much. He wished that he might see all his friends just as it did before. He was not jealous, even presented him to others.
He said that thanks to her, now could stop working, so he had more time to be around. She did not understand, but I was happy.
for her in the end, those hugs were a form of dialogue is absolutely natural.
And so he began to travel the world, meeting new people, men, women, celebrities. All told her that her hugs were unique, perhaps because he could not see and therefore had developed other ways.
Her boyfriend was in agreement with them, and always close to her.
But in the evening, he wanted her for himself alone, and for this she remained forever embrace the most beautiful ...

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on a park bench he sits off a guy named Frank. Is mulling over something important: its expiration date.
- Lord forgive me, - says Frank to a man who is coming to take her son - how does it feel to be a father?
The guy looks at him strangely.
- How many times have I told you not to talk to strangers?! - His father, an abusive type, scolded her child in a way his, while he denies ever having seen the poor Frank before and swears that he had not even noticed it was there.
Finally, taking the little boy by the arm, he walks toward the parking lot looks and throwing darts banner dell'incolpevole Frank, and leaving behind a trail of expletives aimed at the mother, guilty of having abandoned his son, at least in its say.
Frank took no notice. Was going through the worst time imaginable. The life's slipping away and he was only twenty.
Now he found himself there with a Yo Yo in hand, forgotten by the child who had been forgotten by the time his mother.
One thought among many, I was distressed. Will never be his father. The
his life will end very soon and he knew only that morning.
But in the end it took to become a father? It was enough to fall in love with a girl, get her pregnant, and tell her that he was leaving for a voyage without return, but before leaving, he wanted to leave behind a souvenir, just to show to posterity that had been there.
Good idea. But too long to apply. The clock is ticking. And the deadline is approaching.
had to develop another solution. After all, what he needed to procreate? Love? It was not necessary. The weather? Yes, but not for more than a fuck. And the third thing, which is essential, to impregnate a woman.
- Excuse me has seen my son? Come on up, the Yo Yo that is holding her, so do not be dumb.
Good. The woman had arrived. Timely, as if it were a gift to fulfill his wish.
- lady Come, sit down.
- I have no time. At this time my husband will be in the car waiting, and also a lot of pissed off. Where is my son kicked out? He was here until five minutes ago!
Frank thinks fast. It makes a strange grin. Finally, change the tone of voice.
- If you sit here, ma'am, do not you will never see again.
The mother, with cheeks the color of the sun at dusk, began to become clear as the morning, he had lived almost all night in an instant.
He sat down. Tame.
- See lady ...
Making extensive use of the imagination, Frank began a speech where he talked about business, money, international organizations, ending the monologue recounting some strange guys who frequented the park, always in search of freshly bloomed flowers.
- But with money you can always fix everything, - Frank concluded.
The mother, in a faint voice, said he had only adjustable rate mortgages .. and children to feed.
- what you would be willing to do for his son? A look
eloquent, was the response that included every possibility.
And so it was that Frank, brandishing the phone like the thread that kept alive his son, came accompanied by the lady in the bathroom of the park, where you do everything possible to deserve the life of his son.
Frank did not know if this would be enough to leave a descendant, but was satisfied the same, and then stood to the covenant. He went with the lady at the parking lot, where more than half an hour looking for the father and son reckless mother who had left the baby for five minutes alone in the park.
The mother rushed to his son, hugging him. The father rushed to the mother, but not exactly for the same reason.
Frank, no hurry, enjoying the scene apart and at least for a moment forgot his date, keeping the mind busy thinking about how sometimes, when life is dying out, another can born in a urinal ...

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one man as his last drink, he sat at the bar, waiting for someone.
Any one was fine.
"Hi, my name is Jack, like my whiskey." Jack said the first client who is stationed at the counter next to him.
"I have just been left by the girl."
The customer asked him if he drank to forget ... but Jack said he was celebrating. And attacked the disc with the story.

When Jack wanted to be left by a girlfriend who was standing too close now, had a commanding technique.
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love for him was basically practice terribly monotonous and repetitive, bordering on the ridiculous.
"Just think of two dogs in the street ..." Jack said, "usually make you smile a bit 'all while they love. I wonder if we humans in their eyes we are so different ... "
And at that point, Jack liked to explain his theory of evolution.
"If once to 4 feet as they walked, and then we went to two, there must be an improvement from an amateur point of view." And with that, Jack wanted to ... "fuck".
His girlfriend heard him turn always a bit 'lost. At least not until you passed a practical example. At that point, everything was much clearer.
no need for repetition.
The last stage of human evolution coincided, according to Jack, in achieving the ability to initiate and conclude the act of love in one movement.
"One shot," he said. "Like a nice glass of whiskey."
"Only women sip. The real men if they do it all at once. "
This analogy between the whiskey and women, for Jack was an inseparable link.

"Hey Jack, I always liked the real men," said the customer sitting at the bar with him. It was a woman customer. It was sorbed this original story told by a guy a po'speciale.
"So Jack," she said, flashing a cigarette held between two languid red lips, "this is your lucky night. If you do not like drinking too much, as you say, and you're a real man ... I know that I have nothing against that. In fact, I can also do the thirty percent discount ... "

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April First. My birthday. That dazed to my wife will be forgotten once again. What a woman. E 'already so that you do not find the back in bed with another. The rest would not be the first time ...
If I found her in bed with a woman, I'd be less surprised. This will be done to tease me. Whore. If I think about it ... but why a black guy?
As one old friend of mine postman, it is best to ring the bell twice before entering, you save a surprise in two.
It 's been a long time since that time, but the question of finding someone never lets you down, it's like an obsession.
Din Don. Din Don.
Nothing. Yet the light is on.
Here. Here we go again.
Better to play a couple more shots as suggested by the postman ...
- Excuse me, there is none? Were you not go out the window ... we are on the tenth floor!
Silence.
A strange smell of fresh fish I receive in the nostrils.
The kitchen door is hard to open. And 'as if there was something behind it.
Holy Christ!
There is fresh fish on the floor, everywhere.
The glass table is completely smashed. .. But why all this fish? Will not it ... A strange thing sticking out from under that mess ... but ... it is a foot!?
makes me sick. I do not know if it's the smell of fish or what I'm about to find out.
Attached to the foot on the ground, I see the body of my wife. Completely naked.
My attention is that it is totally covered with pieces of fish, and sprinkled with a kind of jelly. Never seen such a thing.
Needless to say, at first I thought of an April Fool's joke. And 'the unpleasant fate of those born on this day. Half of the birthday gifts I received in my life was April Fool's joke. And almost all of my wife.
But this time is different. There is also the clotted blood, on the ground. She has pieces of glass planted here and there and the cuts, perhaps made from glass table shattered ... or maybe not. I do not know what to think. I do not know if it is alive or dead. I'm afraid to check. And if she died? Suddenly I remember thought that there could be someone else in the house. Hidden. But who could have done such a thing and then stay here?
My heart beats wildly. I can not think.
The door was locked from the inside, however, as always. And there is no escape from the windows on the tenth floor.
I take a knife from the cupboard. My first wish is to find out where you can be hidden.
But because there is fresh fish everywhere?! It seems ... actually, it's sushi.
On the balcony there is none. Now to the cabinets.
must be a fucking Japanese this time. Moreover after the Negro, it is natural that he also wanted to try the yellow one bad ... It must be so. But maybe something went wrong in the right direction. Maybe it's a maniac!
In room no smell of incense.
Candles. Everywhere. There has never been candles in my house. And if it was a satanic ritual? We do not believe in nonsense now. I have to calm down.
Meanwhile I am kidnapped by the thought of how you spend your days my wife in my absence, I see that a cabinet is a bit 'open.
do not know what will I do if I find them inside. I want to give him a chance.
- Next gook, if not get out of there immediately, I do a nice plate of sushi with your balls!
No response.
I take a little 'courage. I open. Still
candles. So many candles.
I do not understand anything.
At home there is no other. I've looked everywhere.
So what the hell happened?
In the kitchen the smell of blood has now surpassed that of the fish. It is the blood of my wife. There's always more to the ground. It 's impossible to approach her being run over. The glass must have cut a vein.
try to lift her head to see if it is alive. Suddenly my eye fell on a book sticking out from under a layer of sushi on the floor.
"A thousand ways to surprise your husband and rekindle the desire." My God

There is a bookmark on a page.
"Sushi party for him. At the bottom of the page is a color photograph depicting a nude woman lying on a table spread and completely covered with sushi.
"Perfect for birthdays, anniversaries, special occasions."
stuff you would not believe. I knew I married a very nice woman, and just as stupid, but I did not go that far.
The glass table must have buckled under its weight, when one is lying on it. And now he stands up there cadaverous white, with two wooden sticks stuck in their hair styled in the Japanese.
Suddenly a tremor shakes. He opens his eyes. I see.
A smile pursed her cheeks. It seems not to notice the conditions under which it is. With a wire voice whispers to me:
- Good ..

birthday ... dear ... I remember that with tears in his eyes and choking voice, replied:
"But in many ways to surprise and turn on the desire, why did you choose the Sushi, the smell of fresh fish I is sick? "
She looked at me and with his last breath, he said
" The candles ... he .... " Fine.

remember to have read and reread that book attracted by curiosity to know what they were those damn candles, or what I would tell my wife before leaving.
And who was he?
No trace, no idea. No one believes me. Just
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The same old story. When they find out that I just got out of jail, give me well served, but always with a smile. Bastards.
How should I carry on according to them? At least in jail gave me nothing to live for.
The only thing missing was a bit 'of freedom. Yeah, freedom. But do what? There are no
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The left years ago but I lost it playing poker. In the sense that when they discovered I had an ace up its sleeve, I have sawed off his arm into the sleeve. Ace included. This is what happens to frequent bad company.
Luckily, I was the right arm of Boss, or else ...
However, since the right arm I've done that, I would say to have the curriculum in order for the ad. Let's go.
It 's hard drive and change gears with one arm. There is always a time when you leave the steering wheel itself. And when you're cornering, can be a tad dangerous.
Sometimes I think I was lucky. If I lost my right arm to change gears I should move to England. What
shitty place! Pass me the desire to do the interview.
Then I see a beautiful blonde female turkey and change my mind.
"Search for the boss," I say. "I read the announcement."
mumble mumble. The first turkey thinks, then speaks. And that's something, being a woman.
"I am looking for a right arm." He says.
stuff you would not believe. The turkey is the Boss. The world is changing.
"Well, I've got the right arm." I say, and then I introduce myself. "Back-Ace".
"Ace". She said. "And where you've got an ace?" A little 'obvious the girl. One out of two shits me the same joke. Now I have a replica of sealed sources.
"I left the other sleeve."
I doubt that he understood. "Usually almost all applaud this joke," I say.
you, pulls up his left arm, it moves from left to right, and with their mouth:
"Clap, clap, clap. "
At first, I think I'm taking the piss.
Then I look better, and I notice that I seem to see myself in the mirror.
"Why look at me like that? I'm the only one? "He says." What you think I must have made the ad, wanted his right arm? "
do not know, I say.
"Why not have it any more, not! Simple. However I did not think it came so quickly. And with a guy stuck at that. "
The girl makes me a little 'pain. Women's and more with one arm, infamous fate.
I do not want to disappoint you, but I could never do the right arm of a woman.
"Look," he says, "Come for a ride in the car with me?".
Now everything is clearer. The girl's work is the driver ...

recent months has given me his seat. She is always by my side.
not even imagine what it's like to have someone who will change gears without having to remove his hand from the steering wheel. The first few times I had to scream "change"! But then the girl has become the ear on the engine, and we are in perfect harmony. So in tune, that customers are also queued for an hour to take a ride on our taxi. There's even people who do return to the starting point, just for the sake of having a ride with us. Now they are no longer as free to do nothing. Never mind, at least I understood what my mother meant when he said that in life we \u200b\u200bmust give a hand to each other "...

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" Patients are born, you become dentists. "It was the sign on the door of the dental office.
Tatiana became a dentist, although often said that to be a dentist, was very patient.
But one day things changed.

all started the time a patient was in love with her.
Like all lovers invent any excuse to be with his beloved. And if she had a library, it would have filled the house with books, perhaps without reading one. If, however, had been the owner of a bakery, it would probably be quite a bit of chili only greased. But his love was the dentist and then were to lose his poor teeth.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" He always said to be brave.
And within a month he found himself with all teeth fillings. The dentist was not understanding anything.
you think that man's teeth were healthy, but he insisted that the hurt and pain that passed only after a better drilled, especially if done with his own hands.
soon came to be all teeth drilled, and so the patient had to invent something else to see it.
In short, complaining of continuing pain, it did settle back teeth, among other things at the expense of his beloved dentist, guilty of not reciprocate his love.
If the patient had nearly finished arranging the teeth, the dentist had long since lost patience.
So, to get rid of him once and for all, decided to increase the dose of anesthesia ...
When he awoke, he noticed that the dentist had removed all her teeth. She explained that this was definitely the best way to resolve once and for all his problems.

At that point the patient lost his patience. And not because he was left with no teeth, but only because he would never see his dentist.
overcome by despair, he decided to declare his love. However, being without teeth, she did not understand what he was saying. He tried to kiss her, but was misunderstood, and ended up in jail for attempted assault.
the newspaper wrote:
"Patient left without teeth, without harming dentist remained patient."
Thus ended the whole story in the newspaper. And she was not a good advertisement.

When he came out, some time later, he went immediately to visit the dentist and having the opportunity for new dentures and a bouquet of flowers.
But the door of the dentist's office, to his surprise, he found a change to the sign above, which now read:
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He left flowers at the door, and put us on the rack as a seal, as if he had not with compliment slips.

When someone stopped to ask him if it was worth it to become famous, at the cost of losing all his teeth, the patient answered:
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Why you?
whispered a few words from you, enough to slip over the edge of a secure and reliable, inside to an unknown fate
dawn of piercing emotion, lost dreams and new life.

Who are you?
From nothing comes at a fateful moment, piercing
dormant soul, off hopes, not yet bloomed
hearts of innocent lovers and veterans heartthrob.

you a gift ...
Extinct love will resurrect in a dream a long summer
reliving their youth of a forgotten or perhaps never lived
reborn from your smile, by your looks, sips of water source of a second life.

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Where you will rest ... ..? Baci
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perhaps reminiscent of a distant time, nostalgic, or perhaps never lived
revenge for that one heart is not willing to risk your love.

Frigido sabbatical sleep or love ...?
In vain wait for the one who does not return, his heart
languid, you grant naive transport, giving genuine smiles, while
inguai other lonely hearts, seeking comfort in their unfinished love.

Your gift ...
O mocking fate, luck and unwise
O,
a spell you did the gift
innocent sweetness and spontaneous passion, magic potion of unique emotions, nothing can love a mortal, except to thank I met you.

... what you want from these hearts stray?
A moment, an hour, a lifetime
or maybe just a kiss, yearning and at the same time feared
as an additional memory with out having to live with, until you forget.

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seek relief in the long night, drowning in alcoholic alchemy,
the thought of him or her, which is still present within us.

Suffering and strife ...
unrequited love is like a flower caught
not expecting her natural ending, after a summer in which he was beaming and useless, he remains unwilling to bow down contemptuously on a new fall.

A Long Goodbye ...
kidnapped from your fate, wandering hearts wander in search of new love
perhaps to soothe the pain of feeling alone asleep,
waiting for a sign from the goddess of fate that keeps them suspended in limbo.

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