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Friday, 18 June 2004 LILLY. Lilly is an old little dog, an adopted clear brown dog
from an old brown woman .
I was not meeting them from a long long time .
But look at the fate, yesterday and today I have met them .
But, while the old woman seems to become younger,
Lilly the small dog by now seems reduced to the end of her life.
Fortunately the old landlady, with a pair of thrausers fuseaux decorated by big brown flowers,
is an old one who loves very much talking and talking and being a little retarded,
she does not recognize me and therefore she does not notice me,
assorted in her talking with all the old women of the zone, excluded me... ahahah...
... and while I look inside in the trash boxes of the street , as a tramp,
held of eye the brace of two olds.
the landlady were dipped in a diatriba on whom were not understood, while the old small dog was sitting on her same old one bottom, flattened on sidewalk.
the Lilly holds the tongue down and breaths heavy. perhaps perhaps
she became too fat or is swollen only,
or is a spy satellite.
But her eyes are amazing.
Eyes like small bathed coal fragments,
dipped between the hairs color cream of her old cake face.
In those little eyes, than sure they see nearly more nothing,
there is all the history of her life, the life of Lilly,
saved from a dog shelter, already old enough, from an old woman with a good heart
that now does not know that Lilly is going to die.
My heart is tightened while I watch the old snout of Lilly
that does not have almost any certain expression,
if not an infinite extreme fatigue.....like me.
I and Lilly , we unterstand each other perfectly.
her very old landlady with hairs teinted of a innatural blond gold,
heavily make up, with claws of foot
threads in ancient varnish sandals demodé brown ,
with a smoker voice that also
uses tranquilizer , like me
That old woman could be me , that old lady is me?
i do not have fuseaux browns with flowers browns??.
... and chat with the group of old women...
..I keep Lilly to the leash, in case a breath of wind flew her to carry away..
... Lilly never shoul leave her place of pause...
Lilly closes do not spread flat on the gray sultry asphalt...
... to its ... And I I look inside the trash, crunching pigeon legs,
and step then crawling as a fetid breath
and I go...
... the old lady watches me without seeing me,
Lilly watches me without seeing...
i see her two black dots like pece burning,
humid of tears, that sting my heart .
the Tears of life, sultriness, fatigue.
Hello Lilly, I know that it is the last time that I see you .
Because I can keep the memory of the color of your snout,
memory the black coal piecies of your eyes,
because I remember the color of the fuseaux of your old ladyowner.
and when I have these memories,
it's strange, invades me a tremendous melancholy
because I know that it is the last time. Perhaps
I will be not exit never more. Perhaps I'll die, with my eyes of gold.
Perhaps tomorrow it is not an other day.
will be your old landlady not to wake up herself anymore.
Buongiorno mrs.. As I find you look great...... ciao Lilly
Saturday, 12 June 2004
And it lead it in the house [ the subject dell?azione is the Esopo slave ], made it to unload the firewood, it paid it and it said to it: "Uncle, mine landladies [ Xanto ] prays to you to remain to eat with he; he leaves therefore l?asino in the fencing and will be dealt with every care ". The campagnolo he entered in knows it of the banquet, without to ask the reasons for quell?invito. They introduced therefore com?era, dirty of mud, and with the calzari to the feet. Xanto churches: "the type Would be this that only attends to the facts its". And having noticed that Esopo of it insenced the qualities, interpellò the moglie: "Mine mrs., you want that Esopo receives one beautiful lesson" The moglie of Xanto answered: "You I pray some!" Xanto then proposed to them: "Ago therefore as I say to you. It raises to you and it goes? and door the all?ospite washbowl like if you had to wash its feet. And that from your dignitoso portamento it will recognize that the six landlady of house and will not allow that you make it, but will say to you?Signora, c?è one enslaved in order not to perhaps wash the feet to me? Therefore it will show its nature of impiccione and Esopo will be fustigato ". The moglie of Xanto, push dall?odio that it brooded for Esopo, encircled the flanks of a linen cloth and thrown of an other on the shoulders it carried the all?ospite washbowl. These noticed that it was be a matter of the house landlady, but thought between himself: "Xanto is philosopher: if it had intentional that my feet were washes from one enslaved l?avrebbe ordered to you. If instead it wants it makes l?onore to leave me that its moglie washes me the feet, I do not want to refute my reputation: I will not try of intromettermi for knowing, but I will stretch the feet why me it washes them ". And once washed, sdraiò (Novel of Esopo, 61)
Friday, 11 June 2004
Saturday, 05 June 2004
HELLO PORCHETTA! This evening we were I and my children to make sex for money to the cemetary,
as the usual.
and while Raul the little bovine had gone to a party of tramsexuals tramdrivers, I was waiting for the usual milk seller of from Liguria Novi o the ottuagenary with the orchitis and the volpino dog ,
I hear that Sabry the small little pork is approached quattamente comes on foot
from someone and so I listen to the speech...
-- Hello beautiful "maialetta" little pig! -- those someone
with voice raucous to my piccina baby says -- You remember of me, yeah nevvero?
-- Yessire I think..I Creed of yes.....-- answers exhitating the Sabry
-- Well, small little pig, I'm content glad to see to you, indeed I will say to you,
I want to see you all entire, all knot, all naked and only mine!!!!
You have the mutandine underwears of peak rose, nevvero gioia yes darling?
Sabrina begins tremolare in the voice,
then I, faithful mother in the centuries like one military task force gendarmessa,
m' appropinquo go near on the scene of the dialogue...
... Oh NOOOO.....who do i see?????
the ill-famed one cursed dwarf, rather not in a good shape,
but also always with his satanic ghigno immaculate white women IT stones to death...
il dwarf, named EIGHT CITTERINO has a hard jolt.....
--!!! Mr. Eight Citterino but I had cut the head to you! Possibly that you always succeeds in resuscitate? You're a relative of the demon!!!!
Leave my son alone, to be my child, knows??
Breast I make you to arrest seated standa immediately.
-- Mami makes me the pleasure, old trombona!
You do not make a cabbage of nothing, giacché because I 'm like the lombrichi worms and the head me grows up again, veda? U see It's as new... Ahahahah
-- Vedo I also see, new parrucchino toupet...
but soft my Sabrina small ola I denounce to the firemen!
-- Ahahah...... addirittura really... e would make the pompieri firemen to me?
One pump of fire me? Ahahah.... you, beloved mine mrs.,
are too much pomposa , you know... YOU, SIGNORA
NOW STOP TO BREAK MY BALLS !
or I kidnape your child and I make her mine in order always...
... and adieu ninetta you know!!!!!???
-- Sabry, you come little darling, we go away from here..... -- I say decided my child porcella
-- But momy, he has promised two puddings to me crème to the caramel and one box it of tuna in oil plus a chiquita banana and a small cake of butter and bread...
... I am hunger...... please mamy, let me stay here
for a short while, leave me to be, in five minutes I have ended......BRUUMM BRRUUMMM.... Eight is a friend of mine u know..
IN THAT MOMENT a motorcycle arrives... it is sure mine milkseller......
--ok, small mine, I go anch' I too. We find ourselves here between a half one hour.
... you make the good treasure eh, UNDERSTOOD SIGNOROTTO Mister Eight?????????
BREAST I THREAD YOUR BALLS In the SPIT!!
-- Ahahah... Mimi naccia You threaten me mimi... Sure milady, of stii sure,
I'll nourish your small child pork, by me
be calm old madama,
I will make her to eat optimal salame citterino
the AHAHAHHHH and I also stessso will eat patata and plum... ahahah... vadi, GO vadi calm tranquilla DO NOT WORRY
that your child pig is in optimal little hands..
..ahah...... BUONANOTTE GOODNITE and..... Good job......... ahahah
I hear to vanish the laughs ones of the dwarf, that goes away sghignazzando laughing, carrying away via my Sabry
that vanishes behind a shaded ombroso maple tree...
... I Jump on the lambretta and delivery. With my milkseller.
Tuesday, 01 June 2004
HHHHUUUUMMMMMM......... -- Huuummm.....mi I feel strange...... accidempolina... the DWARF woman! -- wide awake of soprassalto and I feel an pleasant heat to Me between the legs.... the light leaks feeble fioca from the window, and around me the quiet breath of my small Raul bovine and Sabry the little pig, makes to feel me........ hauls hauls...... knot like a worm!!! And the small worm child vermicello and his mother dwarf??????? -- Buongiorno Mrs.! - I feel myself to whisper raucamente give between thighs, mine. -- What ar u doing over there? go away!!...If vadi endured some it knows or I call firemeeeennn... the pooompp..hhuuuummmmm I do not succeed to end the phrase that I feel myself to take to all dall'estasi of the senses...... the small dwarf woman apple was working me so wet it with great ardor........e while the cuccioli bambini slept still deeply, l'astuta the smart small woman, took to me with the tongue...... -- Vedo, i see, that it appeals to to you cipi, isnt it, nevvero beautiful mrs.? -- But as she is allowed of GOing AWAY sene vadi that if the children wake up themselves....... HHHHUUUUMMMMMM...... was an enjoyment......... to my breasts the small monster baby, the figliolino unfortunate baby of the dwarf, was still stucking like one ventosa by now dry mine capezzolo, but it did not let go the taken one, me ciucciava with sudden start while he slept deeply.....ed I let to go to the job, nearly of embroidery, and deserving of the nanetta small dwarf girl, in bottom because not to enjoy when understood? -- Mrs., than beautiful ecological golden fur that I see here! With the inside foderina of shaved pink rose...... It's much warmth, nevvero? But a cernierina to lightning bolt, a zip, two buttons, a pusuar, insomma, u want me that I sew it to you ? It takes cold, u know? -- What? What says piccolastra? Leave Me lasci in peace... e as she is allowed of ficcanasarmi between thighs? Its excuses are not at all transactions, hour if of vadi! -- HHuuummm..... - it beats again -- truly she seemed me makes us what appreciate!! However now I have ended and I come endured, from she.......... In a flash the dwarf apple trastullas my cunt with a determined and so erotica grace that makes me to come endured as never before d'ora..... then it approaches herself to me the smiling face...... -- But who are you? How he calls to you? What's ur name? -- I ask her, with an exhausted thread of voice -- Ehi Mrs. we do not begin with the quiz...... I call Schism -- Schism Dwarf? -- Yes exact, Schism Dwarf, because why? -- question she... Socchiudo the eyes and I watch her...... not is at all ugly...... even if, without wig she seems eccentric rather...... fortunately she put endured the pirottino on the shaved head... -- Beh, Mrs. beloved, hour now I resume my child and mene I go! -- and where are u going ? -- Dress from my brother Eight, that need of me is sick seriously........ha..... Good bye, we look at ourselves soon, thanks for the latte milk ones to my small baby and for l'ospitalità to me..... The dwarf woman, before that I understand all the......arraffa keeps grabbed hold of small bimbetto vermicello to my dryied prosciugato breast, wraps it in scottex a decorated house and it also puts herself one my mesh color plum stinta, than ago from maxicappotto.....ed..BLAAMMMM exits.......... The door blinks decided....... -- Its brother EIGHT!! SERIOUSLY SICK...... Oh I haul... Otto Citterino the cursed Dwarf!! Then it is not died!!!! Hard jolt on the bed while one Moscow feint fly svolazzas flyies on the tongue motivatings force of the year-old calf, and my small children socchiudono the occhietti little eyes innocent. ..e before the Sabrina small maialina and then vitellino calf Raul, glue itself to me to the capezzoli and the latte milk ones suck me eagerly......... Me riaddormento sllep again with the light that renders gilded the room where I have therefore sin so poorly and the hen, returned insulla via onto the street that it repeats its back
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