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March 9 FOREVER

Ci sono anni molto strani, anni in cui il tempo sembra non passare mai. Ecco, io quest anno mi sono ritrovata questa spiacevole sensazione nelle tasche della più amara consapevolezza (Dio come sono alta,oggi! ndr.)

Quest’anno, infatti, diversamente dall’anno scorso – o del tutto uguale a l’anno scorso – mi sono trovata di nuovo a contare i centesimi dell’indifferenza… e, badate, non parlo di quella degli uomini; a quella, ormai ci siamo abituate. Mi riferisco infatti a quella delle donne verso le altre pari-stronze.

Che dire? Anche a questa, ahimé, ci siamo abituate, ma io pensavo che almeno per un giorno all’anno potessimo mettere da parte le nostre abituali competitiveness in favor of an argument that the status of our women "liberated" imposes. But what happened? Nothing, nothing, nicht, rien, nada de nada.

year, also in conjunction with the promotion of my book, I went to Milan. The day was unusually warm and pleasant, the women in the streets (like every day of the year) were very many, but for some reason went to all their cocks (God as they are low now!). Yes, ok, almost all held in the hand or on the lapel of his coat a sprig of mimosa, but what the fuck to do with International Women's Day? (I'm starting to scrape the ground dell'incazzatura) is not that to buy a mangy bunches of mimosa you wait for the March 8, eh?! Those who are just waiting for the March 8 men. Ensure that they never forget this festival, it was only to be expected everywhere with a sprig of acacia that to launch yet another attack on our self-esteem, presenting you with courtesy and a little foaming at the mouth to treat us like princesses. Once a year, in fact, the more sensitive they wake up one quarter of an hour before the raid the nearest bed, and then ventured into the kitchen doing unspeakable maialata clumsily disguised as "nouvelle cuisine of the fool" who then decorate a unlikely tray.

The less sensitive but are waiting for us on public transport with the same branch and the same drivel, but with something extra: a special invitation to dinner at a luxurious restaurant ... of course we declined in favor of the classic college prank among women we will shut up in some kind of local amenities to give head to the infamous stripper turn stuffed up to the ends of Viagra.
I shall not here to blame or not to make moral ed'altronde ... if your husbands were chosen on a basis other than physical ones, it is perfectly natural to look for a straw to suck at least once a year. So never mind.

What really struck me – ma a questo anch’io dovrei esserci abituata – è stata la totale assenza di voci. Milano era sì piena, ma di stronzette protese a spendere la paghetta del marito o la misera busta paga (invisibilmente decurtata di un buon 15 % rispetto agli uomini) nei negozi del centro. Per fortuna che il sindaco di Milano è una donna… perché altrimenti al posto dei musei aperti non avremmo avuto neppure quelli, ma solo il classico calcio in culo che tanto ci eccita per 364 giorni l’anno. Sì, dev’essere così, a noi la nostra condizione piace… ci piace davvero tanto. Ci piacciono le gentilezze, gli uomini che ci aprono la porta, che ci fanno regalini ogni due-per-tre, che ci mantengono. E se, santo god, every now and give us some therapeutic slap, what's the problem? So why change this status quo? If things really do not like, there armory at all points and we add to our confidence to tell. But that distracted - sorry - I had totally forgotten that we are only able to say very big bullshit.

The March 8, 2009 I think that will be remembered for the shit of our dear Carfagna proud that suit tells us that now there is a law on stalking (watch the girls also applies to you), but especially for the mega minchiatona Cosmic dell'ANML President (National Association of maimed and disabled workers) Marco Fabio Sartori on the occasion of the happy event that launched the project of tune notes.
The move was made to spin on the deplorable fate of women who die at work. The news will tell you, took me by surprise, perhaps because I can still hear the screams of those poor wretches of Tyssen or all of those beautiful boys that if they are on the scaffolding to do jobs that we label as "work to be male ... (but were not looking for equal opportunities?)
turn up their noses but I am listening ... and we do not rest until I find out that truth in the incidents of women are very inferior to those occurring to men, but that 70% of those who have had an accident was not at work, but on the way to go in the workplace.

Intermezzo spastic
No, forgive me, I did not understand the real issue here ... the accidents happening on the road?? Sorry, but what the fuck-dick-anus-vagina has to do with the deaths on the job?? I did not know that the road all'incuria participate in the employer or were complicit in the absence of fire extinguishers ...

Explanation
Since missing useless studies aimed at demonstrating the discrimination of women, has anyone thought to put the tragic and to raise the question about the mortality of women going to work, whereas men use the teleportation to make the same journey.
The phenomenon was also observed to develop - not without a ruinous outlay from taxpayers - a plan or initiatives to stem the flow. These are some suggestions: 1
- construction of parking areas Rosa, in which every wise worker may rest with the help of experienced massage therapists, hairdressers and beauticians for the holidays. Some stress must be carefully avoided!
2 - developing a new schedule of work that will provide for a reduction in favor of other highly profitable activities such as maybe the lipstick before-during and after meetings, to make a peremptory change of clothes between morning and afternoon then a nap half an hour every half hour to avoid the physiological drop of attention. God forbid we upset the wrinkles make-up!;
3 - a 70% discount on probiotic products based on omega 3, which strengthens the immune system and responses to external stimuli such as overtaking, parking and toll ... All these activities created especially for discriminating against women;
4 - two hours before the release from work, so as to ensure the roads all free to make their events instead of watching the fucking road they face. It is said the road: quell'insignificante something black with a white stripe (continuous or intermittent) on which to do anything but drive.
5 - an edible tampax in dotazione a tutte le lavoratrici, così non dovranno costantemente fermarsi – almeno una volta al mese – in quelle lerce aree di servizio.
6 - una Pink-box con satellitare e salvavita Beghelli per quelle sciuprinate che non sanno cambiare una ruota, ma preferiscono farsi violentare da un rumeno qualsiasi piuttosto che sporcarsi le mani…. Oddio, che distratta, questa l’hanno già inventata. Sigh!!


Morale della favola: le donne, pur di sorpassare gli uomini, vanno anche a lavorare, ma spesso preferiscono non arrivarci.

Benvenuto 9 marzo!!!

Ikusa Otome Valkyrie 2 (oav)

You, all my More ...



As often happens now, my sleepless nights ....

I turned to the TV channels one afternoon after work and here I find you "Philadelphia," the film that most impressed by when it comes to homosexuality and AIDS ... and I could not help but watch and cry ... ...

To think that idiot of "man in white says that condoms do not need it, that" enough faith "to save millions of people with AIDS ...

THAT IF THE TAKE HIM!!

My fear is that with the work I do: nurse, can bring home some infected with this crap and my Cicitto.
If this occurs, do not ever forgive me!

Today it seems that many believe that the great beast is under control.
E 'is the great deception!
has not been beaten! We will never be safe!
single car and a condom ... or monogamy or abstinence are recommended.
But I do not believe in abstinence and monogamy is for the few who have found true love ... to others, only protection is the condom!

never let our guard down!

Amore Mio,
sono ormai sei anni che viviamo insieme e condividiamo tutto, che facciamo l’Amore in modo completo ed assoluto e sono assolutamente sicuro della Nostra Monogamia, sicuramente più di tante coppie eterosessuali, cosiddette normali.
Ma quanti dei nostri amici, quanti dei nostri conoscenti, sono altrettanto monogami ed altrettanto previdenti da usare il preservativo?!

Non voglio andare all’ospedale a trovare malati per amore, non voglio andare a funerali per amore…

Ogni volta che apriamo il nostro cuore ad uno sconosciuto, ci troviamo a fare i conti con la sua vita precedente, con tutti coloro i quali hanno avuto relazione con lui.
Abbiate la consapevolezza you are making a leap into the void, into the hell of unconsciousness.
Have the courage to always ask the other to protect you!
ALWAYS!

Cicitto and I put our trust. ... But first we have found that neither was the bearer of death to another.
I love you too much to think about going to bed with a light heart, not protect him from any danger!

if you love it ... if you Ami,,, take the AIDS test and get to do it too!
in doubt, insecurity of the moment, nell'irruenza of the moment, unconscious ... have a moment of lucidity and use condoms!
And 'the only way that will save you from turning an act of love into an act of death!

are perhaps too involved by watching a movie or work experience, but I am absolutely sure that it is always necessary to watch their backs, especially when you play with love.
Sex can be done anytime, anywhere, but you can not be so reckless to be left exposed and defenseless
... Just a little ... and what little security is called, is called condoms or condom or cap or umbrella or rubber or any ... you want to call!

If you are not permanently connected to someone you are absolutely sure, if you are not absolutely monogamous, if you like to savor the nectar of many flowers ... at least be careful not to suck any poison!
Too many have died for butterflies fluttered about poisonous flowers!

I, for my part, I was lucky to have met a wonderful man, who has not tasted the nectar that my other ... and I had the respect of being absolutely sure you do not have any poison in me to be transmitted.

Six years of living together and full and satisfying sex life! Neither
I never will doubt him, he never will doubt me!

true love is just this: the absolute confidence, but also an absolute determination not to betray fiducia che ci viene riposta!

Ti Amo, Amore Mio, e non ho il ben che minimo desiderio di cercare altrove ciò che ricevo a piene mani da te!!!
Tu sei tutto ciò che io possa desiderare!
Tu, croce e delizia della mia vita!
Tu, essenza dei miei pensieri!
Tu, alito che mi sostiene!
Tu, Tutto il mio Tutto!

Ogni decisione è condivisa, ogni scelta è decisa insieme, dalla lista della spesa agli appuntamenti con i nostri amici.
Siamo un’unica essenza, un’unica persona, un unico pensiero!
Siamo Uno!!!

…Basta sproloquiare. Per il momento, chiudo e Vi saluto e Vi abbraccio. Vostro, Sal.

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REASON 7: LOVE TELLING. NO self-criticism.

March 8 ... A RAPE TRIAL OF AUDIENCE

... and here we are! We have reached 8 March 2009.
Among the many threads made for this memorable date, the one that most involved the Italians (and Italian) in the latter period was the question "Rapes".

Not a day passes that somewhere in Italy do not consume an act so horrible. Here, from this point of view, I am absolutely agree: rape should be condemned without ifs or buts.

said that, I now hasten to point out that today we are witnessing a spectacle of horror. Already very popular in the late '800, around the '40s and '50s had given way to a more staid neo-realism able to outline the facts with measured ostentation, to recur to us under a new guise: the glittering dress sequin intended for special occasions. In short, stupid, and idiots who do not have it.

These days, tam-tam in the wake of recent (alleged) events, there is in fact who is enjoying riding the wave. This is the case of Christine Del Rio, but I'm willing to bet that it is not the only one.

The girl, interviewed by D'Urso, tells of have been segregated and raped for three days. Strange to say the news media has been inserted into the meatloaf with great success ... so, happened to be in the right place at the right time. Toh, but that looks delicious coincidence?!
Let us pause a moment and try to think about it.

I have often wondered "if" and "when" we can talk about rape. I know, this question does not arise at all linear, but we must try to understand things and this mainly because, for one thing, one thing is clear: when it comes to rape the woman has to say. In short, everything depends on the perception of women ... all depends on how we rework the that probably was the fuck of the century, or the most boring waste of time. The question


rapes hover more or less a series of stereotypes, both fixed and granite so as not to allow an objective perspective.


The first is that the nature of the victims. Here, according to this scheme, the woman is always the victim and the man is always the perpetrator. And this pattern repeats itself as a perfect machine in each situation as a photocopy is not dissimilar from the original, no one put at least a reasonable doubt about the whole thing. As a result of this, it is clear that only a woman has to "lose" and that is just the man a “guadagnarci”. L’icona della vittima, ne converrete, ha poi un certo fascino: ispira quasi tenerezza e senso di protezione. Sarà per questo motivo che ci diciamo disgustate da questa pratica e immaginiamo acriticamente che se qualcosa è avvenuto è solo colpa dell’uomo, dei suoi bassi istinti e non già della qualità delle nostre mete. Noi donne sappiamo – e qui che gli uomini falliscono – che se è vero che l’uomo è cacciatore per indole, la donna è sicuramente puttana, perché sicuramente la voglia di figa del maschio e direttamente proporzionale alla voglia di cazzo delle femmine. Apriti cielo!!!

Sia chiaro qui non si tratta di far pendere l’ago della balance to one side or the other, but some claim that all men are violent and all women are victims, amounts to an error not entirely dissimilar to what we could do if we assumed the opposite.

The second stereotype - widely abused in Christian cultures - is one in which the woman think of sex as a mere instrument reproduction ... which is exactly how a false claim that men think about their pea piss. According to this model iconography, the woman - once you put children into the world - in a sense restored the ancient splendor of a virgin time, sublimating all his human desires into beautiful homemade cakes delicious products for your home or crochet. To say that the realization of women along the line of sewing threads Cantoni Coats and the pound of flour and organic eggs, while the men - not having produced anything personally significant, if not a bunch of tadpoles crazy - continue undeterred to seek an empty container to be filled every two to three. Other

stereotype instead invests the set of justifications. In fact, if a woman's mind to man "right" to be put pregnant man does not commit any crime, while the man who has nothing to give except a healthy and gorgeous fuck has 99% chance of being denounced as a rapist. In principle, man is certainly rapist if he has the bank account is empty or if it has a television program in which the presenter to make them. Since in Italy we are fanatical statistics, we try to make room on the type of mind-rapist type. I would say that without being there to do large studies, it is usually an extra / Italian and still nothing of a lieutenant. If adequate compensation there should be a man, she certainly would not have to complain about. I mean, who spit in the hand that feeds? How many women have gone out of bed as many men for their own interests? Do not lie about this ... you have fair play not to, is not credible. No really!
Prostitution il darsi a cottimo per raggiungere uno scopo, sconvolge solo i pii custodi della morale più oscena, o quei gretti puritani che preferiscono risolvere questo tipo di questioni in casa propria. Strano a dirsi, infatti, nessuno/a ammette di aver colto l’occasione d’oro e di essere arrivato/a solo in base alla proprio talento. Il talento, per quel che riguarda la mia personale prospettiva, oggi è cosa assai trascurabile… altrimenti non si capirebbe il proliferare di personaggi ameni che vantano zeri prima e dopo la virgola.

L’ultimo stereotipo è invece quello tipicamente femminile che riguarda il concetto di opportunità, ovvero del perché una donna si ritenga legittimata a denunciare l’atto come stupro. Al di là di tutte le possibili motivazioni, va precisato che – come in tutte le cose - è sempre la donna che decide. È la donna che decide “se” e “perché” si sia trattato di stupro, e l’onere della prova del contrario ricade sempre sul maschio. Il punto è , infatti, non tanto che la donna provi davanti ad un tribunale che sia trattato di uno stupro, quanto che l’uomo abbia le prove che non si sia trattato di questo.
La donna dal canto suo può infatti sfoderare un immaginario incredibile pari solo a quello di Tinto Brass. Stando così le cose, per esempio, potrei tranquillamente costruire la scena di uno stupro senza aver minimante esserne stata vittima… tanto i copioni sono tutti uguali. Nel volete una prova? Eccola!!!
Lei arriva al commissariato di polizia dopo essersi iniettata gli occhi con il profumato olezzo di una generosa cipolla bionda. Poi, fingendo, un opportuno singhiozzo, dirà alla psicologa del cazzo di essere stata abusata nel seguente modo: dopo aver accettato il passaggio da uno sconosciuto apparentemente gentile, è stata condotta in un boschetto e lì – senza alcuna possibilità di sorta – a dovuto subire violenza. L’en-plein viene realizzato con l’esibizione di una generosa macchia di sperma sulla mutandine o sul luogo delle presunte sevizie. E vissero tutti felici e contenti.


Ne sono certe, tutte/i coloro che credono ciecamente stereotypes in the above-stated, I speak for a woman cynical and insensitive. And besides that I know of the rape? I've never tried it personally?
Perhaps you might not, but one thing is certain: in recent years we have learned strangely bizarre behavior, first of all what makes us cry in front of a movie, because it seems in its emotional potential, but at the same time that separates us assumption that reality can be distorted. In short, it is entirely legitimate for a person recites in a movie, but it is ironic that the same can do it in reality ... and this is because the demand is spontaneous is: why would or should have? Why lie? There is an interesting yellow

Agatha Christie published under the title of "The ABC Murders" which in my opinion fully reflect the quality of my doubts. I'll summarize briefly: A mysterious serial killer is attracted to the idea of \u200b\u200bkilling his victims in the alphabetical order, by connecting the initials of the victims to the place of the murder, for which the first victim is named Alice Asher and is killed in Andover etc.. Apparently the victims are not connected to each other if not by the logic of the assassin. Upon reaching the fourth murder, that of the letter D, the mystery is cleverly revealed by Poirot: in fact, the murderess is not interested in all the victims, but only to those whose initials with the letter C. What happens in reality? The murderess to mislead the police, a murder among others, so that the motive is not due to perverse mentality of a madman.
Where, in fact, you can hide a personal motivation if not in the middle of a group of apparently similar reasons? So where can camouflage a false rape if not in the midst of other rapes? It takes very little, you know, to pass a fuck rape story ... it all depends on who makes it, and the narrative similarities with those of a real rape. And besides, who could prove otherwise? The answer is: none. No one could counter.

Caution I'm not saying that all rapes are simulated, but it is also true that there are people who are wallowing in this situation largely characterized by illogical scaremongering. And in fact, at this period of "alarm rapes, rapes that seem to increase as one would expect that as a result of an institutional hypercontrol these tend to decrease. It is not reasonable to expect that if a thief knew that in a certain house there is an alarm, or implicitly discouraged to take a theft?

and then try to square the circle. Why Miss Del Rio is to tell your story? Why should he do so, because its now, why us? Does she want to denounce the (alleged) harasser? He wants to maybe be the bearer of a problem? No, none of this, what do we know ed'altronde. For us his story could have been invented ... neither more nor less than the tale of Pretty woman, we like to think that it may be likely that one day ... can happen to the same thing. From prostitutes to princesses. The dream of all. But alas
likely never means true ... just about plausible.

One thing however is absolutely true: Miss del Rio has earned a crack in the crowded world of idiots ready to do anything ... and if you're lucky pay someone to cut the inaugural ribbon at the opening of a local supermarket.

So, cheers to the male strippers, equal opportunities and acacia! The mimosas were extinct at the beginning of the century.

Hurrah women! Take good and not bad if I join you.

Amanda

How To Get Rid Of A Baby's Belly Ache

REASON 6: OUR ineptitude and '

do not even know to prepare a suitcase.

The Strange Case of Nikita.

Our grandmothers would not be proud of us. Not really. Adele
My grandmother, she used to repeat that a true lady - not a whore like so many - we see three things: 1-
by how it behaves in the restaurant;
2-by the way he dresses;
3-by how to prepare for the luggage for the holidays.

In nearly a century of acrobatic feminists, many of us say some of the "quality" achieved in some areas of life. Thus, for example, with regard to the conduct of "restaurant" Copernican revolutions we have seen, such that we have gone from "inappropriate" situations in which he paid the bill of making us feel Merdin a "convenient" situations in which he continues to pay the bill making us feel inferior. Yes, I know, has not changed much, but at least we have not reduced to poverty. With what they cost the restaurants today ... We have also learned that it makes no sense to raise issues of principle, especially when there are half of the money. Our, is well known, we want to squander freely in boutiques rather than donate them to the refuge of the fool unable even to prepare two fried eggs. The result of the whole cultural operation has only one name kept. I know, everything seems degrading, but we like ... and we like even more especially if, for once, we can pretend (very respectable in all) to clothe itself in the culinary expertise, ordering the most expensive dishes on the menu.

There is also the question of dress. Fashion - we see it all - has evolved from great ladies to hookers à la page ... thanks to a bevy of stylists who have accustomed us to feel sensual just uncomfortable on board took off from mileage heel of inguinal micro-skirts at risk extinction of the topa retriever necklines proof of pneumonia-every-two-for-three.
For this reason, from this point of view, our nobility and our femininity has kicked the bucket well in advance of the rest, showing a certain attitude to failure routine activities of women's prerogative.
If it is true that the tight corsets 800 more natural movements prevented us - forcing us to statuesque postures-style "ornaments of Capodimonte" - is that now we love to try new and increasingly challenging combination of yoga walking. Not at all, I would say that we are open to new hermeneutic perspectives on the meaning of suffering, hallux valgus, intestinal congestion and gait eyed ... very unprofessional if not poorly lit sidewalks of our cities. Again, one must admit that even the concept of "real lady" has been betrayed in favor of a more prosaic term "lure unwitting." Maybe.

And here the question of suitcases. The women in this matter are becoming part of the dumb, or greatly pretending not to know, not to see ... not have the strength to lift them. The men, some ways more practical, but the pulse of the question, because usually they are the ones to take them and move them from place to place but not without a small amount of curiosity expressed variously in the classic, but fuck that thou hast put in?
This phrase has not changed in centuries. At one time, in fact, the male porter - married and single - they used to use less colorful expressions, like "Gosh, but what the fuck you have brought with his lordship?"
I know, men have never been creative, what does ed'altronde creativity with the amount of rags love to wear everywhere?
The problem, in truth, it correlates well with our self-esteem, taken to the heel of the stilts on which we can no longer go down. What really disturbs us and exposes us to the crisis of hysteria is often the case, even remotely, you do not have the right dress for every occasion. Usually, in fact, close to the holidays - no matter how pleasant resort – cominciamo a fare una lista di possibili eventi non pianificabili in cui potremmo imbatterci. Quella che segue è la lista-minima approvata dal Comitato per la salvaguardia dell’autostima delle cerebrolese del terzo millennio:
- incontro spirituale col Dalai Lama
- incontro intimo con Rocco Siffredi
- incontro spazio-temporale con la nostra compagna delle scuole elementari
- incontro annichilente con la nostra portinaia
- incontro “8 marzo” con Mara Carfagna
- incontro lesbico con Maria De Filippi
- incontro efficiente con il ministro Brunetta
- incontro salottiero con Bruno Vespa
- incontro glamour con Anna Wintour
- incontro filosofico con Immanuel Kant
- incontro a sorpresa con Osama Bin Laden
- incontro mistico con Bernardette
- incontro culinario con Antonella Clerici
- incontro religioso con Suor Germana
- incontro scassaminchia con Alda Deusanio
- incontro preveggente con Solange
- incontro deprimente con Gisele Bundchen
- incontro molto deprimente con Gisele in compagnia di Elle Mc Pherson
- incontro deprimentissimo con le prime due sul set del Calendario Pirelli
- incontro infantile con Cristina d’Avena
- incontro molto infantile con Cristina d’Avena ed Elisabetta Viviani
- Meeting with Donald Trumph
profitable - very profitable meeting with Donald in the company of Bill Gates
- meeting lucrative (to the limit of the blow ass) with Donald, Bill and the Sultan of Brunei
- loser meeting with the top three in the company of Bundchen and McPherson

I hope I did not forget anything. Ah yes, the beauty case. Now there is everything.
Well, you understand very well, we can not be found unprepared ... no sir. And then, what would they think if the airlines to check-in with a pair of Bermuda shorts, a top and a tampax? Okay practical sense, but the miracle we are not yet ready.
However, although our degree of accuracy in these cases touches the painstaking skill, there have been cases of inexcusable incompetence. This is the case of Nikita.

His name, for the most unknown, we reported a few weeks ago, namely on 23 February. Nikita, happily married woman with a big property developer specializing in the "Fast and furious," had recently learned to his great pleasure that, after years of constant prayer, Gabriel - her husband - decided to give her the journey of his dreams: a long stay all-inclusive in that of King Bibble, the beautiful remote islands in French Polynesia. After the first
entrancing certificate of gratitude for this unexpected Gifts, Nikita realized early on that he was taking a growing unease over his noble mind. I mean, who would leave her pearls of kids? How many suitcases would have to buy? But most importantly, what should have been put in it?
the first question answered right away, assuming a punitive expedition in the mother's house where we would have ensured the successful stay of the children.
To the second question, however, the nodes began to come home to roost. In short, in some places you go once in a lifetime. And then, who knows what would have happened to meet personaggioni, who knows how many parties would be invited? Who knows how many suitors ... who knows what all. Fortunately
who had downloaded the list for so long a part of the panic quickly vanished in the truck of luggage that were delivered the next day at his home address.
After repeatedly checking the check-list of needs for the trip, Nikita sank again in a drift of thoughts aberrant including classic and if I forget something? "God forbid," he repeated to himself. He knew that if he had forgotten something if you would be forgiven, without considering that the holiday would have been affected.

the night of Feb. 22, after several attempts to fall asleep, our heroine fell into a sleep actually contaminated nightmare with open eyes ... first of all suddenly saw what the "disturbed" in its magnificent holiday attendance not covered by the "minimum list". In short, if he came to visit her and George Clooney or Brad Pitt? And why not the mayor of Rome, or in the company of Mrs. B Mr. B? And then there was always the unknown
Paris Hilton ... The next morning, while he was preoccupied by the final preparations and everything seemed to turn neurotic conclusion, the fate gave her a wonderful opportunity to finally put to bed the anxieties of the last hour : the unexpected visit of the only person not covered in the list. His landlord. When he opened the door, making way through the columns of luggage already Nicely and ready for travel abroad, he faced just Mr. Santini - grandson of the famous New York magician.
- "Hello, Madame Nikita," he mumbled softly with his elbow leaning on the door "we are starting, eh?"
She stared at him long, looking with the mind an adequate response to what seemed a subtle plug for his ass. Then he began: "No, I'm tired of closets ... you know, weigh too much and do not fit in the trunk of the car! Ah ah ah ... "He
, back, laughed heartily, emphasizing a magnificent 18-carat gold dental prosthesis with diamantino applied to the right canine. Then, satisfying the humor of that girl from the uterine relativistic hairstyle, said: "I can give you a hand ..."
- "Come to the point Mr. Santini, I'm in a hurry ... get me the styling and the universe is crumbling before our eyes ... "
- Come, come ... but as the landlord and she even gives him a drink and a taste of good conversation on the Principles of the method for learning the Latin language? suggested settling on the only available chair, crossing her legs in full cowboy style of the Langhe in the throes of wild sexual urges.
- "Listen, Mr. Santini pointed out, trying to contain the first signs of psychosomatic killer instinct "I have to do ... and certainly not the right time to discourse on César Chesneau Dumarsais ... plus, the debate is incomplete without taking into account the contributions clearly marked in the Treaty sull'allegoria epistemological, it attempts to construct a philosophical theory on the imagery ... "
-" You take me by the throat ... but I know that I could talk for hours and hours? Weeks would say, "
Nikita did not answer, looked at his watch, adjusted his hair ... he looked at the broken fingernail, and an unusual calm, spoke out in this way:" Mr. Santini, Giovanni, has convinced me ... I had a conversation so elected by the wedding night. What I bring coffee, tea, Anisette, infusion of hawthorn, karkadé ...? We have everything in the house! Make yourself at home ... ah ah ah ... "
When he returned from the kitchen, Nikita seemed reborn: a source of light across the eyes, her makeup was perfect and the fact his walker had begun to assume a that's sensually provocative. "And then John - er Mr Santini - who do you think of a holiday in Polynesia? We could just stay on your own, you and I just insoles ... to speak of the theories of Wittgenstein on the relativity of language ... "
-" Well really "shook" just today, I would have to do ... a meeting of the condominium. Oh but what I like! "
-" But to be ... "he insisted persuasively.
- "I can not. Do not insist I have to go now ... "
-" And I say yes ... and do not accept to be challenged, "and so saying hit him with a rolling pin for pasta and homemade cakes in the middle of the head, causing a wound lacerated and bruised easily curable if not by transplantation of the skull.

That evening, with perfect timing on the roadmap, Nikita and Gabriel showed up at the airport check-in. She dressed Jackie Onassis-style: fularino Hermes, sheath dress in ecru silk shantung with notch neckline and six centimeters of the same color of lipstick. He, however, indulged in a style Yacht 25 meters.
- "Anything to declare?" Asked the hostess.
- "Nothing ... nothing!" He hastened to meet Nikita.
Then suddenly a flash of fear crosses his face. An image of the past was returning to the memory vividly with the same force as a cork exploded from a prestigious bottle of Chateau Lafitte 1959: the laughter of his fellow fat kindergarten when they noticed the trail of gravy that flowed from basket.
- Fuck, no ... the DOMOPACK! He swore uncontrollably in front of the officer who had been following keenly the strange train of red blood type B negative. "
Gabriel stopped suddenly, glanced at the corner of the zig-zag behind him, and calmly, lovingly declared: "you will treasure, you're right ... I feel it in my bones ... I knew you'd forgotten something. I have no words ... the usual inept. All of your mother! "