Personally I have always despised the guy "Rambo." The muscles all venous make me a little sense. The eye confuses me sideways and mental disorders due to the difficult past, I stressed.
But over the years I realized that many people yearn to resemble the hero of the above. Do not they go around the mountains bare-chested, with a red headband yelling "I did nothing, I have not done anything ...." This no. But occasionally you see them shoot button a vein in the neck, determined to physically resolve the issue. Too bad the opponent is absent or can not hear. But for them this is just a detail.
One of my first boyfriend was very tall and big enough, but he had the agility of a sofa and was well aware. Once I told him about a guy who had joked a bit 'heavy with me and my friends on the bus. He, like a bloated frog and red in the face, began to hiss through gritted teeth what he would do to that guy if he had in his hands.
That transformation into a kind of Hulk tomato baffles me a little, but somehow I felt more secure, safe.
The next night I saw him, the type of the bus, and pointed to my steaks.
"Here, the bus "
" Who? "
" What did the fool with us the other day! "
" But who, that guy? "
" That's him! "
The guy did not seem more dangerous a penguin. The fact is that my couch po'su a thought, then smirked as to be above and concluded:
"If it was not because I have a new shirt, I did that black dwarf."
Not that I wanted to start a riot, but a little goodness' of consistency!
After that I understood how things go: a Rambetto every man has within himself, but in many cases, as some items in a window, only for display.
Later, I found myself witness to a scene even worse, an ex-players always emplare and a shirt. But the antagonist of my Rambo on duty was not a human being, but a gate.
We were in the car with me behind the wheel. We passed a beautiful uninhabited villa, famous for its terraced gardens leading down to almost touch the sea. The property was surrounded by walls rather thick. The only opening was a huge wrought iron gate.
"What I'd like to climb over that gate and see sti famous gardens on the sea!" I said dreamily.
him, bright and proud, threw it there: "I have done. "
" No! Really? You have bypassed and you get in? "
" Yes, it takes. "
" Come on! And how is it in? "
" paradise. Trees will also see the squirrels. "
nailed the car and I reversed "U" from seizure license for life, earthly and unearthly.
"But ... what are you doing? We'll be late ... "
" I want to climb over that gate! "
He tried to dissuade me, but I was now a prey to the syndrome of Candy Candy.
I jumped out of the car and I appropinquai the iron monster.
was really impressive, all the decorations, scrolls and tips lance. A small step over the past
by crowds had taught me that the gates are processed more and more are available. The worst are those anonymous vertical and parallel bars.
A foot here and one there, one hand and a more up there and it was made. In less than a minute on the other side I was running along beautiful tree-lined avenues, with the nose up to look for squirrels.
At one point I stopped and realized that I was ... alone! What had happened that
contaballe!?
other side of the gate as a depressed orangutan at the zoo.
"What are you still there? Come on, come on! "
" No, I've already seen. "
"Come on! Leapfrogging
More woke up my voice trailed off as his own.
"It's okay, wait here."
"What the hell are you saying? Come on! "
" E 'which I think is a bit' high ... "
" But if you've already done, come on! "
" Yes, but I was trained "
??
"Really I do not see that it took me a minute!"
He began to feel the smell of bad impression. Then sighing went to the bars.
already taken the first quell'invertebrato I realized that he had never even climbed over the gate of a chicken coop.
Her fingers were soft and shaky.
"But not c'avrai fear?"
"Eh, what I told you that I already did!"
"Then go!"
With both hands, desperately clinging to the bars, began to think where to place the right foot. Nothing to do. Just could not rise. I decided to help him, but now in my mental game has already lost a life. Not because it was like a wooden chair, poor guy, but because he played in thirty years should stop with the strambotti. Unnecessary for most.
"Next, put your foot here."
He sat up and executed. It was not even a foot from the ground and shook like a mobile phone vibration. I drove throughout the maneuver until it reached the top and could go with one leg on the other side of the gate.
"It 's almost done up, now put the other foot here."
Maybe I calculated wrong size because this time its 44 becoming jammed between the two bars. But then the ground clearance was much higher and above the miserable c'aveva a spear of iron pointing menacingly toward its lower parts. I tried to refloat
, stains. That damn shoe did not want to leave.
seemed just a dummy thrown over the gate by a tornado.
began to laugh before quietly, then louder and louder, until I had to look like a sadistic mad. He did not even have the strength to say, but I'm sure at that moment I hated with all his might.
"Damn you. And now? "
" Uauauauauah "
" Stop laughing and help me fool! "
" But how did you do last time? "
" What time? "
" That squirrel "
" But what the fuck squirrels ... Let me get out of here! "
" Aha, I had realized that was not true. "
" I said get off me! "
I looked around and saw a pile of old shingles. I took and began to write a hit on the shoe to make it come off.
"Ouch, but you're crazy, you're hurting me!" That little voice hysterical
killed forever Rambo sparafrottole ten minutes earlier.
"AO, is the shoe does not move, you now to unfasten. Try to pull your foot out. "
"Noooo!"
"What no and no? You want to stay here for life? "
" Okay come on. But it seems to me that I have the sock a little 'washing'
"But I figured,"
imagine a horn. You have lost another life, prevented.
Freed from the grip, the former emplare climbed out of the gate.
"What are you doing? Give up? "
"Yes, I give up. I was going to lose out to Zebedee's gotta be back! "
" Bah. Do as you like, I make a turn. Wait in the car. "
" Where are you going?! Help me to get all the way down! "
" Again? How sad you are. "
" Oh well fuck you, I alone, you go to get this fucking around. "
When I returned to the sample gate was gone. On the other hand there was her shoe wedged between the bars and a piece of shirt that hung from a bit sadly.
I picked up the shoe and walked away.
He looked at me grimly and I swear that I said just that:
"Now my mother daughters I explain it to you as it has been torn shirt. "
Thirty years played, gentlemen. Third
life lost, game over.
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