Guido senza cantare mentre rientro da Torino. E' notte, la radio non passa nulla da urlare a squarciagola, neanche una cosina di Michael, chenneso un Billie Jean-Rock with You, che ora ci starebbe benissimo, tra l'incrocio con Via Guido Reni and the endless lights of the crane.
I think another early departure. A much less exotic destination of my usual, no one rolls his eyes for once, no one is surprised: Switzerland. Switzerland evabbè, you go there to make money .. Emmagari. We do not talk about money .. Ah do not pay you? Well, I do not go for the money, say .. So here is the sigh / to ignoble: aaaaaaaaaah, (while thinking, is another of his usual humanitarian bullshit). Oh well, if you think what you want. I'm going to Geneva, and I go there on Thursday and if God wants us stay 6 months. What I am going to do is humanitarian, but I hope the human in the sense of "survival," racist bullying that I have already tasted the poison.
smile, while Virgin Radio finally passes Lucky Man The Verve, who are ages since I listened, and understood by brush about luck. There was talk of luck today at lunch.
Happiness Something in my own place I'm Stood
here naked Smiling, I feel no disgrace With who I am
smile, while Virgin Radio finally passes Lucky Man The Verve, who are ages since I listened, and understood by brush about luck. There was talk of luck today at lunch.
Happiness Something in my own place I'm Stood
here naked Smiling, I feel no disgrace With who I am
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