do not stop to look around, everything is so strange at the same time and never seen again. The landscape reminds me very much part of New Zealand, where Peter Jackson filmed the battle scenes of The Lord of the Rings but the details are in my Caffarella park and the animals and the sky, well, I do not think I've seen. At the extreme range of the look I seem to have noticed several times a kind of white flash, like lightning imperceptible of any color. The sky is gray, no clouds, with many nuances, but basically leaden. What fun. Yet all around the colors are sharp, vivid and mortidi as you might expect. I do not know what to say. I keep walking.
We are worse dell'Arma Brancaleone. One dead, two people exist in a huge pine nuts, and a dressed megafiga (objectively) as a whore.
I died. And I rode my ass. Perhaps this is the craziest thing of the whole situation. I am finally calm. Monica, you should see me now. Calm, very calm, no longer unable to react positively to any concerns and no longer a slave to my maletiempo. So yes you like. But they are dead. I can not even to blaspheme. And if this does not prove that they are dead ...
Monica, Monica, tell me you'll stay in our house, that's where Norma grew up, where are the cats that you love so much and what your White has now taken the role of godfather, the kingdom's Eye Rana crowned Sovereign by me Keeper of the Garden and Passiflora The Flower of My Passion for you.
The dead do not cry. So what are these salty rivulets that flow from my eyes? What day is it today? I do not know when I went to another world ... when will they mourn me the vivid memories? "Today is the day we are living in long rows to draw from thoughtful and silent Romite our homes ...". Why would anyone come crying on my grave? I have not come back from my father after his burial. How disgusting death.
Again the white flash. I wipe my tears and I scan the skyline. The sky has become even more oppressive, and in this gloomy atmosphere Claudia Pinolo that giggle and make a strange effect. They are laughing at least.
Giacchettone gives me two taps on the shoulder and points to our right.
"Here comes another important part of our mission. You recognize him?"
began to cry again. The white flash at the time that has passed the trot and we are meeting as a miniature train is Look Me In The Eye Of Aricon, said Merlin. The grandfather of Norma.
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