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Unmade beds and orgasms lopsided

L’ enorme equivoco di grinta e grazia.

Devo rotolare via, Pedro non tollera ulteriori indugi. Devo lasciarvi soli con Bubi e le sue donne, cari lettori. Perché questa è una storia senza fine, perché qui la bontà è troppo buona e la cattiveria troppo cattiva, perché la sorte di Bubi e delle farfalle che volano nel suo cielo è scritta in una pergamena chiusa in bottiglia e trasportata dalle onde di un oceano molto lontano.

Ricordate la partenza?

Questa è la storia dei sensi. Del gioco appiccicoso delle illusioni, delle persuasioni, delle passioni fatali.

Accomodati sulle spine avete intrapreso il viaggio in un vortice di colori, eccitazioni, noie. Avete amato e odiato Bubi…Avete soprattutto creduto di capirlo, Bubi. Lo avete riempito di etichette, lo so!

La pelle di Bubi è refrattaria alla colla, sappiate dunque che le etichette sono scivolate via. Ma i vostri sforzi di interpretazione e giudizio sono gelosamente custoditi nel suo scrigno delle scorte di buonumore…

Exactly. What I liked very much by Bubi is all the generosity of time and thought that you've spent! Bubi is used because the butterflies that never cease to fly in the sky. Those who dream to find himself sooner or later in his arms, those who dream that he did not want another meeting before then or in their arms, those who dream of flying longer and better than the other fellow sufferers flight ... Imagine that readers and readers warmly have followed his adventures is an exciting confirmation Bubi.

I can not and do not want to reveal more.

All’inizio, lo ammetto, cercavo di svicolare dalle limitazioni di Pedro per servirvi utili ragguagli, spiegare, mettervi in guardia, offrirvi confort di viaggio, poi ho compreso che sarebbe stato sciocco o inutile. Il rebus dovete risolverlo senza il mio aiuto. Vi basterà essere meno supponenti di tante farfalle, cari lettori!

Bubi, il responso della Sibilla è chiaro…dice Giulì.

E perentorio, ahimè. Ride, Bubi, come ride quando l’alcool ha cancellato tutti i fantasmi.

Sfoghiamoci un po’ con le farfalle più ostinate, Bubi. Tanto quelle abboccano sempre…Messaggi circolari e grandi complimenti ai sorrisi, alla passionalità, alle attitudini psicologiche: funzionano alla grande!

Ah ah ah, è vero, abboccano sempre Giulì. Però è talmente irritante la loro stupida ostinazione che adesso non ho neanche tanta voglia di leggere le risposte, accidenti. Sgridate, coccole, smancerie di bassa filosofia: è fastidioso già solo immaginare tutte quelle sfrontate energie sprecate…

E’ da una vita che ripetiamo these things, Bubi, come on! So you can not just sticks. It wastes more or less as they pull in the delirium of a living. Continues to punish you and you'll see that you will reduce your worse than butterflies, Bubi.

not punish me ...

Yes, punish you with every sip that drink it down to endure, Bubi! With every sip that drink it down to defend, to justify them. With every sip that drink it down to tolerate their ignorance, their banality, their frivolity, their stupid pride Bubi! With every sip that drink it down to incense of fine words, to keep alive the memory to moisten their intimacy. With every sip that tear down to make it appear to be any different from other butterfly Bubi! Yes, you punish Bubi. And your brain does not thank. Roars of disgust, sadness, loss.

But I behave badly with them, Julia ...

course ...

seem a tale of sex, discomfort, squalor to Pedro and keyboard living. A man's unresolved, women or hungry or childish pride, unmade beds, tears deductions, crooked orgasms ripped a lust that is dressed up in a horrifying form of romanticism. A story of loneliness that are beyond the truth in a bestial coitus. What fun, Julia!

Why, Bubi, do you think the competition is cheerful butterflies?

No, but at least that is fun to me ...

But stop, Bubi! Unfortunately the reality did not yet a woman for you, here.

Eh?!? One woman for me? This incasina il rebus, taci, magari Pedro ci ascolta, ride Bubi.

Messaggio circolare, su, scrivi: mi manca tanto il tuo sorriso…unico!

Vuoi prendere il toro per le corna?

No, voglio tarpare le ali alle farfalle cieche.

Però così…risponderanno, felici, infoiate, trepidanti!!! E, insomma, andranno a schiantarsi irrimediabilmente!

Esatto. Purtroppo non conosco altro modo per arrestare il loro assurdo volo, Bubi.

Ma che missione è? Cosa te ne importa di loro?

E’ affar mio, Bubi. E comunque….non tollero la faccia che indossi con loro. La tua vita si sta consumando con loro e così quella faccia finirà per prendere il posto della tua.

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Sex pink, puzzle and campari

Che giornata strana, pensa Bubi.

Simon escapes sms, Lella writes continual commitment that inspired responses, Monica manages to pack a nymphomaniac message sex pink Victoria falters while priming with a primer and suddenly loses appeal , seems to conceal a mysterious Clara Stefania, or worse, her friend.

Mobile annoying in turmoil, in short. Or maybe it Bubi who did not want to be consumed in the madness. Perhaps that is Bubi woke up too shiny to enjoy this circus of love raving sirens body. Maybe you would not want distractions Bubi invadenti quando deve concentrarsi sulla preda che si divincola. Forse è Bubi che è intento a ripulire quella rubrica di anime stanche con la speranza di leggere nomi che facciano ancora battere il cuore.

Ma l’ha tenuto in piedi lui quel baraccone, accidenti.

Bussano dal passato, bussano da terre lontane. Con la spocchia di chi si sente sempre un pezzo della sua vita…La vita di Bubi, un bicchiere mezzo vuoto e mezzo pieno.

Arriverà la sera, arriverà il responso della Sibilla, arriverà la voce di Giulì with its magnificent view of purity. There, that force may be Bubi.

the evening of the web, the size of the expanded reality, the cauldron of dreams and wounds, time of tears and hope. Everything and nothing. Like the air we breathe and do not touch. As the magic that takes place just because you believe ...

It 's the secret of Bubi and Julius. The secret that Pedro has discovered a fund of Campari shaken, among the rustling of clothes so many extras, in a whisper of fear, joy, misery. That cloak of thorns, on which, dear readers, are accommodated. That trip absurd - but not too - between the wilderness wandering, dangerous falsehood, arrogance incurable.

The big missing is love. Who can not bear imitations, representations wrinkled, hideous masks. Who does not want bodies of selfishness and mud.

What strange day, think Bubi.

not understand all those smiles ...

But it is his prison, with the establishment of praise and support all the stunts female, with the need to surround languages di fuoco e miele Bubi quei sorrisi li ha esortati, elogiati, corrisposti.

Arriverà la sera, arriverà il responso della Sibilla…

Ma passano le ore e Bubi non sa più se ha così voglia di presentarsi all’appuntamento con le risposte.

Scrive a Giulì: pensi che dobbiamo davvero vederci questa sera? Tesoro, mi tremano le gambe…

Bubi, non preoccuparti, mescoleremo il bianco e il nero, pure la Sibilla si terrà stretto the benefit of the doubt! Relativity, my friend ...

finally able to laugh, Bubi.

For 21, very punctual, Bubi come from Julius.

Bubi you are a fairly educated man, you keep very well informed, you are well versed in politics, in economics, in costume. You have artistic sensibility, you know the complicated plots of psychology ... Enjoy excellent education and good skills. Do you ever think that your days seem to run often out of all this?

Giulia, which impact!

Bubi, is important. It appears absolutely fell in your part of "Bubi with his women." You seem to keep away from common worries, Bubi. You could tell from the truth!

Giuli you know that I only need to lightly. It is not easy to tie with humanity, maybe ...

Sure, you do not have to explain it to me Bubi. I'm talking about appearances, Bubi. But never underestimate the effects Bubi ... appearances.

I see what you say. I live on the edge, I'm out of the deep relationships.

There are people who are familiar with for years, Bubi, but do not know what they are afflicted or kissed. And many of them will ever see on stage. I think they believe that sometimes recite albeit with some irritating protagonist ... Laughter, sms, wink, suddenly vanished. Dai, Bubi!

know, is a solitary animal. I do not like stable companies, I find some hairy links, are intolerant of intense conversations confidential. But it's only weakness, Julian.

Instabilità intellettuale, emotiva, Bubi. E’ una lunga storia, suvvia…

Verissimo, Giulì. Però come io non giudico vorrei gli altri non mi giudicassero.

Eh eh questa è la frittata girata con astuzia, Bubi!

E allora sarei cercato e celebrato solo per prodezze erotiche, Giulì?!? Posso garantirti che non è così…

Ci credo, Bubi. Are you sure that women who are looking for you know who you are and you celebrate? Let me explain, my dear friend. There are millions of reasons why you might be sought and celebrated, but those are not known, Bubi. Do you understand me?

Unfortunately yes.

Your women are only ...

Yes, Julia, you just do not persecute!

not want to have friends, acquaintances of a life of authenticity, of "normalcy existential"? You do not want to touch the anxieties of others, their despair, their projects? Do not you want to talk to every day concerns of tight, small and big moments, practical experience? Do not you want to donate your time and your energy for some heartburn worth?

are too busy to get away from my sorrow, loss, inadequate ... ?!?!?! I do not know ...

Are you not too fond of your navel?

Giuli, you're killing me!

No, I'm suggesting a way out.

are already out, by me and my life, Bubi's laugh is nervous and sad.

Bubi, you can come if you want.

But I should turn the page ... no, do not talk. Giuli you dropped in the literary character? You're doing a lecture by the book? Stop it, this was to be the evening of the web, Sybil, of our puzzle ...

right, come vuoi Bubi. Prendiamo in mano il nostro rebus. E per il racconto…il rebus andrà benissimo, per Pedro sarà uno spasso.

Le donne non sapranno risolverlo, Giulì. Pedro giocherà tra sesso, campari e nuvolette di pensieri attorcigliati. Solo la tastiera vivente potrebbe tradirci e spifferare tutto.

Potrebbe ma non lo farà, Bubi. La tastiera vivente custodirà per sempre il grande segreto…

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Bubi, Bubi ... You must promise that at least within you stop looking at little or nothing.

What! Giuli, because it always comes to this, why, why? Are not annihilated by the inferiority complex, come on.

not an inferiority complex, perhaps it is overvalued or the other sense of the damn wise measure of one's self or some other fucking conditioning process of the mind accustomed to the noble management of the nuances of existential philosophy!

Giuli, damn, grappa has twisted your thoughts on a vocabulary of abstruseness! Do not exaggerate my sweet little friend.

not be exaggerated and not shot shit, I! Do not make me angry or draft Bubi everything Pedro, eh eh. Up from: promise.

You'll be tickled to death before you can get to the sweet murmur of your voice to the ears of Pedro and keyboard all'attentissima living, Julia ... I can not promise, you know. And you do not take away the veil from secret, never!

Bubi, stop, I die really, just do not take it anymore, Molly ...

Okay, I'll let you stay if you do not insist Giuli.

Free from the grip of tickling Giulio back together and pronounce a formal way: Bubi, Pedro and his ever keyboard do not offer the solution to the readers, I promise that this common ground is near you and give you well a benevolent torment so that you can find love ... to yourself. Demorderò not know this.

Um ... I am touched Giuli, please, forget it. Back to Facebook, and the stories of lust, grappa, our laughter by sms.

diverting tears Bubi takes a sip of brandy and read a message: you are too precious to me ...

Giuli hear this, but do you realize? I knew two days ago and I have already found a treasure, is not hazardous, excessive, absurd?

Giuli strokes his hair, puts her head on his shoulder, laughs ... Bubi, cling, it is true. In a striking moment, a smile, a compliment, a wave smart. But they are also terribly adrift. They want bombarded with illusions.

And sometimes pretend to know myself flood of joy, optimism, romance to the stars! Maybe even flattered ...

I always wonder how you can tolerate all this, Bubi.

not tolerate, through water ... there is very different!

Well, lucky you that you're able to bestow all this indulgence, Bubi. The then made to swim is very masculine, say.

Giuli who want anything too tight. Better enjoy what little passes unpretentious ...

Bubi, I'm arcistufa of zigzagging around these brainy contentment of the lesser evil, I prefer the silence of a spell that perhaps will never arrive. I'll never understand your women. I do not understand why they lied to the mirror. They know that there is no love but invent and act out the rigamarole of yearning love.

They know that there is love, stop this Giuli. For me this counts ... I can play, daring, scrambled, entice, wriggling. They do not suffer.

Ah, that's for sure, Bubi! But you really enjoy juggling those playacting?

I sometimes fun, sometimes boring, sometimes I'm curious. But I do not agree and so it is perfect. I can be there or eclipse!

Hey look at that while results on facebook, just wink and some will go to stock jujube. Are good for those that are held away from this virtual square, those who just want face to face contacts, at least give you a bit 'of a hard time and not mix with the flock ...

Um, lately one of those who are away from me facebook is marking in a commendable way. Sensual and scholarly: a dangerous combination.

Linear, confused, upset?

pretty straightforward but subtly sophisticated ... 's so clever in the tug of war that still did not really sensed what's the catch!

Hooray, at least we still hope for some surprises! And tell me, our favorite enigma of the century Lucy how are you?

I also wrote her before I came here, wait, you read the message: Bubi you try again, or that there is no country in the clouds of heaven. A kiss under altered.

not be denied, did not retreat an inch, not the fury subsides. But it is a pure concentrate of delight!

You're so nice Lucy, Julia?!

No ... but it is less hateful than many other unnecessary extras of your harem.

You know Victoria, maybe she'll like it.

Who is it, what you find valuable?

No, it's a girl I met a week ago at work, hammering me sms and phone calls, is very bright and have opted for a profile to a friend.

A profile as a friend, strategy or truth? We'll see ...

not talk about sex with fair ease, it would be interesting for your studies.

Wow, another reason to resist. And this evening are two, great!

Bubi However you trust one thing: Since I think I'll end the story of Pedro and his keyboard living I wonder if it will be useful to focus carefully composed sentences. And I do not know where they are prepared to explain why I am tired ... er, I explained, Bubi?

Ohh, very clear! Look Giuli, do not trust the words and how they can get to the reader ... While the sex, some emotional pleasure, the need for a flash dream, a bizarre tangle of confusion, challenge, inconsistency, euphoria can stand without crutches in the chaos of existence the words they want to tell all this to do risk a tumble unseemly!

Then all of our chats, Bubi, should end up upside down and ... well, actually, ha ha we just have to laugh.

Here, we just have to laugh Giuli!

Dunque davvero Bubi non vorresti consegnassi a Pedro parole come frecce che centrano il bersaglio?

No, Giulì. Lascia che Pedro e la tastiera vivente proiettino luci e ombre senza troppe didascalie…

Ok, Bubi.

Giulì ti ricordi che domani sera abbiamo appuntamento con il web e il responso della Sibilla?

Accipicchia è vero! Bene, ora mi appresto a cacciarti, ho sonno!!!

Dolce night, my friend, tomorrow.

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