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I could never love you,

pale and dark lady,

of cold nights like your nature ...

I could never find you,

smell, possess,

're just a thorn

that pierces the skin diaphanous

this body torn

from your great looks ...

I could not give me,

even for a moment,

supply of your lips poisonous

for you ... you ...

... hate roses!

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The Cow, the Singoria Bollore and drama. Insistently around the corner.

I'm sure you're all wondering straminchia end I did. Ok, maybe I exaggerate a little. But this post I'm thinking of when I went out Friday night from the crowd. The inauguration. Oh well, you expect a review? It will be short . I like as well. I like the new processes (pazzescherrimi), I like the new arrangement put a flat screen a bit 'everywhere. I like the animation. I like the return of Candy known Drag. The Zullallà , or something very similar. Overall I would give a full enough with the new cow, which finally has its own dignity. But alas were too many other things that I have not liked at all.

First of all, what happened to the air conditioning? Second. Why not trade in the hall to hear the music? Third, because lead the price for fifteen fuckin '€? But nsomma what they believe the money that we manufacture them? What is clear, we do butt really well with each other. And then oh well, the drama, as usual, around the corner and in fact some bam !!!!! E 'missed everything. Via the music (which came and went) the lights, before the darkness, then a little 'more, then a little' less. I mean I seriously think that installing all those screens really have overloaded the situation. Instead I'll use one word to describe the symbol of this year: ORRENDIMERRIMA . Yes

This is what I think, and believe me I've been really good. Leaving aside these routine and sharp details, the blogger in me can not open up and tell you the second part of the story that has enthralled so many of you on these pages. That is, the thrilling encounter with Mr Bollore . There I spoke here, telling you all the juicy details. And since then, although I was three days in a resort secret where he was spending the holidays , and where I saw him, without seeing me, I have not seen him since. Or heard. God forbid someone call me. We had a sharp exchange of text messages until the day of his birthday. Indeed.

I sent him a message on his birthday. He told me like three days later, sending me into a rage. Anyway. F inhaled Friday I had the opportunity to review it, given that he is somehow involved there in the Cow. Circumvented the security, I now approach more nearly, well them, and greeted the flight, my friend Rita Rusic, I've come face to face. Ok. I must admit. It is not true Rita and I are such friends then, but she said the greeting. Ok, no. I had to admit another thing. I must admit here that I wanted to jump him and take him by the hair and swearing, and also give him some knee type balls. I wanted to.

But in fact I went over and I smile and close without even giving him time to figure out who I was. At least, I suppose I. I asked him how he was, and he responded immediately, so good. But I do not even listen . In fact I did not realize what he had said in any way, so I started to speak. "I'm fine, and how are you?". Then she said again, raising his voice, "I'm fine, everything ok." Well, now I also think that is a stupid . Of course I can always make a good impression at all. After speaking of this and that, for at least five minutes, and after being made aware that he is afflicted, all my resentment had almost disappeared.

Although, here, let's say I had not, however, as to see. Obviously. I ask because it is afflicted. If everything was ok, if all were well. But he has not ripped at all. "We'll talk about it further," he ruled. I hurried to greet him and squeeze it and I have moved away. On the other hand was there for work. And then there was a t hypo , cute twenties, beard and plaid shirt staring at me. But oh well, being famous sometimes has its flaws, I think. In reality, however, despite the very friendly approach, Mr. Bollore seemed a bit 'chilly. How much for him. In fact I have started a little nibble 'the ass. In short, I was expecting a call, a word in his ear. A comment to the blog.

None of that. I found that burned the gifts behind, and that Ga also ruled that according to him, despite the conversation, it had seemed happy to see me, had arrived m omentum of fumarci on a nice cigarette. So we reached the bough outside. But there was something that I came back at all. Broods on his being afflicted . And why. I think back to what it was cold, and even vague. And while greedily inhale my Marlboro Light is revealed to me in front of a dear friend. Visibly drunk. I decide to play dirty. And to do so immediately, without too many turns of phrase, I ask Mr. Bollore, and if he had the faintest idea why he could never be afflicted.

"Auhauhuahuahuah. Auhuahuhauhauauhauau. Aauhauhauhuahuauauh "What the fuck you laugh, I think. "Well if that is afflicted." Decide to insist "But it happens to be left with the boy?". Um, yes, it is engaged. I think why you have already written. "But no. Imagine, if that leaves the boy. I do not know why I told you so, but I know for a fact that her lover is here tonight, and it is there where he is. " But then cute spoke to me? I think pervaded by a wave of unexpected intoxicating joy to the limit of pop and choreographed moves damn contagious. When the conversation continues, "But yes, a boy about twenty, has a beard, and his checkered shirt. E 'right there behind him. "

WHAT?? Joy, pop and all the movements valalasss appendages disappear in a second. And I I thought it was about me. Hint of a smile and with the excuse of finding Ga I walk away. Well not only do I not even shit in error, I have to put up even more in the twenty lover. I do not understand is that this must happen as stracazzo all to me. Eccheccazzo. Mr. Bollore should be castrato to say the least, I decided to locate the exact point of the lover in question. You certainly present when I say that the drama is always just around the corner. Do not mistake . That drama was clear and in front of my eyes long before that. Since I had already spoken with him. The lover in question being the guy who just stared at me first.

What horror . But I say, it can be assholes? Pitch and fly over boyfriend. I also steps that you put the horns, if you do it with me. But the lover twenty bono? Indeed, this young man was standing there staring at him, and seemed to me like a just twenty minutes earlier. He and I had the same look for Mr. Bollore. Instinctively, I decide to be good. Let's go there and beaten up made no sense. At the very Bollore more carnage. It seems more sensible. The moment I take strength and courage, (all due to offered me a drink and drained in 4 seconds flat), I'm going to get there but there comes a specimen of woman feared by a homosexual, (after a lesbian of course): its Grace Adler fat.

Now, everyone has the His Grace Adler. Bollore is one of fat. A heterosexual fat that if he wants to. E 'madly in love with him, but he is obviously gay. overwhelms him with her irrepressible image and he hardly sees me. Indeed, I am sure, I do not see really. I decide to give up. I decide that I do not really deserve. I decide that I deserve much more than a Bollore, switched to ice, I do not look for and what is more than I have to swallow her boyfriend's lover as well? And then his Grace Adler? Nononono. I am not able to address all these things at once. Still thinking about what to do, the drama is being made. Or the cow goes haywire and jumps around.

decide to blow up myself and Ga. And leave the evening. I decide that I must decide what to do. In short, I'm really catered for by a mega, huge, glittery FUCK . Although I do not let too take a decision. In short, because there is no one with balls in addition to showing that it is able to tell you that this is so? Indeed, they consider it much more if it were single. How can one trust that? I certainly do not trust me there. Not at all. I decide I need to do something, even if I do not know what, I and Ga, however, met other friends at the gas station next to the cow, we conclude the evening with a fashion show to the car. Despite everything, we always do our terrible figure. Yes