Sono stata via così a lungo che quasi mi vergogno a rimettere la testa fuori dal sacco filato in canapa (tessile, rigorosamente tessile) della terra ionica nella quale l'ho celata così a lungo. Tornando, voglio narrare una storia invero lacrimevole, that has to do, like all stories tearful indeed, with the pope and the king, as well as the two heroes, hoping that you have a picture in their imagination because the heroes are all young and beautiful.
Then, it was a dark and stormy night but not cold and dark, yes. Our two heroes, the light from the two surnames Minister Padoa Schioppa - Rossi and Edwards did not say Padoa Schioppa, which is much less end - said it would be big babies, because they live in her parents' house (so to speak, he has a state salary, but not wants disgraced all loans in homes or worse in falling rents of houses falling, you have a fake paycheck of less than one hundred euro but much of the damage only points in a private school and then do reps in the homes of rich, you will understand well how Sciala), looking for a place in the shade. Why, ask my astute readers? To dedicate yourself to the noble art of smoking and their hobby, which is to simulate the ephemeral harrowing scenes of farewell. Well, walk walk, came to our coastal desert. The hero recognized a point known to him and tried to take a road but found unexpectedly cement blocks. Puzzled decided to take another road that would lead them to the same place. The road was percora but here, where there must be a plague deserted and covered by the winds, suitable for various kinds of moral suffering and distraught eyes, stood a giant statue of the Madonna. The heroes can not say what Madonna was, certainly not that of comfort. Our Lady, in addition, was lit by neon purple, topped with an Italian flag and surrounded by signs that begged the wanderers to respect and not defile that place of prayer. In short, looked like a full-blown horror movie. Madonna had appeared out of nowhere a moralizing to point the finger at our heroes, who looked at her aghast.
We are therefore in a country, they said ours, where places of worship springing up like mushrooms? We then got to the point that the owners of villas on the sea to plant Madonnas abusive self-assessed in order to ward off unwanted winter nights looking for a place to say goodbye? Bellowed Siiiii the mistral. But did not you know? growled the southwest wind. And now please stop to say goodbye every two weeks as a south wind howled deficient particularly angry.
Then, it was a dark and stormy night but not cold and dark, yes. Our two heroes, the light from the two surnames Minister Padoa Schioppa - Rossi and Edwards did not say Padoa Schioppa, which is much less end - said it would be big babies, because they live in her parents' house (so to speak, he has a state salary, but not wants disgraced all loans in homes or worse in falling rents of houses falling, you have a fake paycheck of less than one hundred euro but much of the damage only points in a private school and then do reps in the homes of rich, you will understand well how Sciala), looking for a place in the shade. Why, ask my astute readers? To dedicate yourself to the noble art of smoking and their hobby, which is to simulate the ephemeral harrowing scenes of farewell. Well, walk walk, came to our coastal desert. The hero recognized a point known to him and tried to take a road but found unexpectedly cement blocks. Puzzled decided to take another road that would lead them to the same place. The road was percora but here, where there must be a plague deserted and covered by the winds, suitable for various kinds of moral suffering and distraught eyes, stood a giant statue of the Madonna. The heroes can not say what Madonna was, certainly not that of comfort. Our Lady, in addition, was lit by neon purple, topped with an Italian flag and surrounded by signs that begged the wanderers to respect and not defile that place of prayer. In short, looked like a full-blown horror movie. Madonna had appeared out of nowhere a moralizing to point the finger at our heroes, who looked at her aghast.
We are therefore in a country, they said ours, where places of worship springing up like mushrooms? We then got to the point that the owners of villas on the sea to plant Madonnas abusive self-assessed in order to ward off unwanted winter nights looking for a place to say goodbye? Bellowed Siiiii the mistral. But did not you know? growled the southwest wind. And now please stop to say goodbye every two weeks as a south wind howled deficient particularly angry.
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