Me and the discotheques
on Monday 'evening in a dance hall with a high power spot ... addescamento stagnated in the 70's presumptuous. Where the bartenders are moving fast and dart with their pants blacks and white shirt more strictly 'absolutely funky mustache. Where the ladies smoke their cigarettes carelessly Diana Ross. Where in the courtship dates back to the passing of the ages anthropomorphic "You're very pretty" and then fall into the "I'm sorry you're here with someone? Can I talk? "Well you '... I was with someone. That someone marched in black suit, light brown hair and smile solitissimo to Vanity Fair. He drank the terrible Gin Lemon in the kitchen almost tumbler. I followed him close behind. In the space of single addescata I was so very romantic, a boy 20 year old cute, but lame. We were in the smoking lounge. After about half an hour as far as my companion ordinance Scazzi lift my Chiappini and follow him. Speaking, His sweetness' libertine also noted the move of having given the lame my phone number. Then he set out his opinion: it would cripple me. And above all, 'cause I gave him my phone number? Mica to laugh ... I can make you understand that you are the only thing beautiful that I did not. Mica I can make out that I unwholesome result in a nightclub on Monday 'evening getting drunk, just to be with you. That Sunday I was waiting in your home and dying from sleep. Mica I can tell you again, like yesterday, which I adore. Or you're bellizzimo. And I see you for twenty years of my life, you drain the videos on youtube bored to death, you are welcome to make you happy. What I'd be with you forever. Well ... you are the person who waited for 24 years now. NRD
see the following post http://stewedapples.blogspot.com/2007/03/una-donna-impegnata.html
And to the delight of children and adults an explanatory video of last night.
He and 'the James Brown Filipino.
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