teach how the killers behind bars, returned to the scene of the crime is never a good idea. But you can tell more later.
Unfortunately, the resort where they spent adolescence and youth, are teeming with former rather than mosquitoes. This is a fact with which I deal every summer.
Last week I was at the beach when I see a guy coming towards me slouching in his forties, balding and skinny, with sunglasses that I can hardly describe: huge, yellow plastic and with a kind of lattice instead of lenses .
"Beautiful, how are you?"
mad at me?
"Ummmm ... good. "
Yes, angry with me and is also a bit 'too close. Good grief ... I've been intimate with this character!
"Very well, I guess. Hihi. I was waiting for, you know? But I hoped my name just arrived. How long are you here? "
Hihi!??!
"... Some day ..." Perhaps that
sarong-party-party water balloon ... or that ... no ... no, certainly at that party ... sangria-
"Look, here's a bonfire tonight, we we go together? We have always enjoyed the camp fire. Hihi .. "
" Ah yes ...? "
Bonfire? Then it's prehistoric stuff.
"Then that makes me happy. We drink something, let's talk about 'old times and ... hihi ... "
I always find it more chilling that this guy with two radiators on the eyes has reason to do" hihi "in my direction.
"I know you need to convince a lot of stress, but in the end yield hihi ..." The next
hihi you print a punch on the nose.
"I really ..."
"Let's do this: you do good, you stick one of your pink dresses and join me here. I take the guitar and you do a little 'Baglioni. "
Last I put the pink dress that was six months. And Baglioni prefer a high mass. Something is wrong.
"I'm going. View Ketty that really matter. "
" Kitty!? "
" I can always call you so, right? Catherine is too long and then I remember my aunt, you know. "
do not know who Kitty or Catherine, but not me, and this is the only thing that matters. Quest'imbecille me mistaken for an ex. Naturally. Walk with the blinds in the face!
"Yes, yes, I figured. Call me what you want. "
" Maybe later I make a phone call. "
" Sure. "
Ringing, ringing.
Hihi.
The next day instead, I was to recognize one of my ex on the shore. Ex so to speak. The summer you know, last less than an icicle in the sun.
As soon as I saw it, is thrown from the deck as if it had exploded a firecracker in costume.
"Hey! Oi! EU! "
" Hello ... "
" What are you doing here? "
" There I am on vacation, like every ... "
To which he looked around furtively, he launched into the water with a dip donuts and went off to off the reel by force of arms. "
" ... year. Bah! "
Then I understood. After a couple of hours I was returning home when I saw the car in a bikini beast two meters by three barking a mountain walking chairs, umbrella, boat, towels and cooler box.
"You do not have to go to the bar you understand? At the bar I'll go and I'll buy you the Cucciolone! That bar is filled with stupid ass out! I told you a thousand times! The next time I catch you there, you head off! "
The hermit crab at risk decapitation was my ex-ice. And that Tazmania Devil, his wife.
Congratulations!
few days later I came across another ex, always ice category, which was swimming with a child about four years. As soon as I saw the ex-emplare gave his back to the small, and smooth (short) hair back and started posing casual-Little Mermaid.
"Hello dear."
"Hey! Hello! My goodness you have a baby? "
" Bambino? What baby? "
" What ... is your son? "
" No, no ... "
" But how? It's your clone! "
" Yes ... because he is my nephew, is the son of my sister. "
" What a guess right now is sixteen years ... "
" Eh ... yes, you remember eh, well, yes. Did the trouble. "
" Wow. Well, very cute but a trouble. "
Pride suspicion in his eyes, quickly replaced by a look mischievous.
"And you? Are you single, engaged, married, banquets? "
" I am ... "
'PAPA' PAPA '! HOW DO I LOOK RÜTTI UNDER WATER! "
?"
"Eh eh ... you know, I make him a bit 'by her father. Its almost never sees him ... Guy does not do it! "
" I understand. Sure looks like you own a lot ... "
'PAPA' PAPA '! HOW DO I LOOK AT THE UNDERWATER fart WITH BUBBLES! "
" Oh ... eh ... eh ... these children finish it Guido! "
" BUT YOU ALWAYS DO THE "
So is his son. Without a doubt.
"But you say, Guido ... eh eh. Hem. "
" Ok, it was a pleasure. Congratulations ... uncle. It is a beautiful child. "
" No wait! Tonight my ex-wife comes to pick him up, then I have the night off ... "
" Your ex-wife, that his ex-aunt? "
" Hem, yes. I am very fond of. "
" But how nice. Well. Say hello to your sister so much, eh. Hello, hello. "
" I mean my sister and her aunt, that is, no, my ex-wife and her sister, that is, no, my ex-wife and her sister ... "
'PAPA' PAPA 'PAPA'"
"STATTE AND SHUT UP '! I was saying that if you're free, we could ... "
" See that your child, sorry, your nephew, is drowning. "
" Who? Uh! Oh! GUIDO, Bell'O PAPA ', ARRIVOOOOO "The Ballad of former
season ended with Lupino. Ex not mine, but Sabrina, the most popular among my childhood friends.
Lupino is a local boy, makes the fisherman since he was thirteen, and more or less at the time dates from his liaison with Sabrina.
About eleven o'clock in the morning I and my friends, Sabrina the head, blocking our way in to the port where the fish Lupino discharged from his crop, sweaty and already destroyed with five hours of work behind.
Perhaps the poor are yearning for a bit of intimacy with his siren, but she embarked without uttering a word and all of us. Once off the parade began to plunge, drop and developments on the water. Lupino was shy, did not know how to fit in that band of tarantulas in costume, and so sat watching for frying and Sabrina who had fun with us.
Yes, because in those days and at that age, if you wanted to show off a shred of girlfriend, you had you pay all her friends and remember to treat them very well. In fact, at the end of the trip, Lupino never failed to give us a bucket of fish heads. The relationship ended when he arrived
Donatello, a city of pischelletto riding a brand new Piaggio Yes.
Sabrina and Donald were engaged, and we change from Yes to crop, forcing the boy to take us grueling laps on a scooter at a time. I think half to give Sabrina a little kiss, every day did the poor ten thousand pounds of a mixture. Then in the evening gave us an avalanche of chewing gum and licorice wheels. Of course, the bucket of fish was better. But if you are thirteen years the Big Babol have their charm. Since then not
Lupino has never recovered. Year after year passed by Sabrina vespina the Red Rose, by not faired to the Dominator, the Fiat Panda Ford Fiesta to where he began to dislike the crowd of us friends in the back seat.
But it is never gone to sea and if today the appointments Lupino, you answer "who?".
But I always go in early summer the harbor to greet him. But his argument for twenty years is always the same.
"And Sabrina did not come this year?"
"No, not yet."
"So to me I do not give a damn."
"I know, I know."
"She says she has gone blonde, true ?
"Yes."
"So to me I do not give a damn."
"I guess. Look, is not by chance that you would have a nice grouper? "
" Sure. Fresh, taken this morning. Ruined. "
" E 'ruined? So give me something else. "
" I was talking about Sabrina. Certainly he was better brunette. "
" Well ... has changed ... "
" So to me I do not give a damn. "
" Exactly. That this beautiful grouper, tonight my mother is a fire! "
" I know that if done with bad people. "
" My mother? "
" Sabrina! "
" But no ... What is the weight? "
"A rough guess will now have reached sixty."
"The grouper!?"
"Ah, I thought Sabrina! A three-pound grouper. Better to stay away. A bad race. "
" Oh my God, and then take some cuttlefish, squid, two ... "
" I was talking about Sabrina! "
" Ah ... "
" So to me I do not give a damn. "
" Here. "
"Listen, tell her to still be very careful"
"Sabrina? What are you doing, threatens? "
" No! To your mother! "
" Ah ... and why? "
" The grouper is the end of the world only if you know the cook. "
" Oh, just imagine, you will know. "
'It's always been a poor fool."
"My mother?"
"No grouper! I mean, I mean, Sabrina! "
" Okay come on. "
" So to me I do not give a damn. "
" Uhm. "
" It 's his death. "
" Even with the threats? "
" The fire! It is the death of grouper! "
" Ahhh! "
" And anyway it is always number one. "
" Sabrina? "
" No, your mother in the kitchen. "
" Damn Wolves, you're making me crazy. "
" Excuse me, ok, say hello for me. "
" Who? Sabrina, my mother or the grouper!? "
" Do a little 'you. So much to me ... "
" Do not give a damn. "
And like every year, after a first meal of fresh fish, the summer continues and concludes with fillets of plaice Findus.
0 comments:
Post a Comment