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…
CONTINUA
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