The crowd advanced, deployed in the Prada flip-flops ... those who never "Schicho Schicho" even if fording a river full of algae and slime. Besides, if I had a couple of thongs Prada, not ever wade a river, especially one that is called before incalanarsi Staffora and the City ', down from the mountains steppe. Just get to buy a flat disarming factory color "London smoke and fog most 'Thames'. Charon is almost written with the beautiful overhead "Abandon all hope ye who enter here." The crowd then advanced ... or maybe that we were slow, like lizards from the walls of Willow well, we pressed against each other, slide. My rubber flip-flops muttered, rattled and were rumblings among all those angelic features and scents of vanilla ice cream. Then, after the streets teeming with tourists from the park down the stream, the picture changed summer, was changed. Li 'there were only tourists without a permit, pools along the river to cook, with all the ambaradam grids, umbrellas, sunscreen of LDL, children, and carrion dogs. The alcove of the underworld, the stage before being ferried. It was moving over the life of other things. Under ... you could only attack the white stones hot. There were still under worlds of vipers and murderers child who raised the stone and the mother who called him ... and his father attempt to drink beer sixteenth, the dog in the river with the ball deflates, the grandmother who died left in the sun, dying of heat, but also called his nephew with a gasp. Among all this, there was life in all of this, the real one, the one that size. How to get naked and mix them and see ... see ... fucking get cut in August, being cut by the heat and mosquitoes. Outside the fence. Out of all the fence. Before his death in a tourist or filled up as canaries sull'ennesimo flight to the Maldives.
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