Friday night, 20.30.
say that, today, the Earth's axis has shifted 10 cm. I'm sorry but here, sitting at a table in an apartment in Milan, still, the news never stops feeling like a bit 'far away. We could call the "selfishness of weekend", when, after a week in lab coats, each one wants to think their own business. In less than half an hour
Cynthia, now imagine that in a column with the radio on in the vicinity of some toll dell'A4, will return home from the usual delusional week away from Verona. Open the main entrance, takes off his shoes just inside the threshold (the rules are rules!), I salute you take away the much hated black jacket that makes it seem all a bit of the owls' dark behind the screens of their PCs, perhaps give me a kiss and then I ask:
- "How was your week"
- "Well - I will reply a bit pretending 'to Scazzi -."
- "What is there - will investigate, already suspicious -."
- "Go there and see what a mess in the bathroom and then we'll talk about - tell me, finally throwing in panic
Then you slam the door, ready to shout at me behind for yet another disaster, will travel fast the few steps that separate from the bathroom, turn on the light, open the door and on the other, surrounded by white tiles, you will find this:
It 's his birthday gift In his late green water.
say you will be happy?
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