Braun Hand Held Mixer
Carla I cross the street, carrying heavy shopping bags up the steep dirt road that leads to the house of his mother, near the house of Giorgio Morandi in Grizzana. He had this beautiful mountain hair, the gay guy, and he saluted me smile. So I decided to turn around and chase it up the bank on the pretext of helping to bring the spending. And so I found myself in front of a cafe in the old kitchen of their large stone house. Carla girl wanted to be a dancer, a smooth and rock'n'roll, travel, do contests, but her parents have kept a few meters to work from home, where a German multinational, the Lippert, had opened a factory mechanical brush. In exchange for the design of the house, Carla's mother gave me six beautiful fresh eggs. The portrait of Carla but I have yet reported, and I hope for another good eggnog. Beautiful evenings of Lugo and Parma. Beautiful landing in the sea islands of resistance in the Po valley, nice to see that the instability of oil stains, the neo-Lega, Mafia cement, slavery-prostitution, cocaine and bigotry cattocattolico not yet stifled all forms of life. The scenario is always the same. From Bologna Via Emilia, that you go to England or to the sea, the smell that will come from factories that receive visual and offended by the ads are always the same megalomaniac. And then get to these niches, however, received from the warehouses or apartment buildings, marked by signs of cardboard hand-written, and be greeted by colorful walls and small libraries and smiles and mixer patched and stools that creak and cease leaking. And spend the evening talking and wealth of the miseries of people, the Kurds, who does not know us, and usually fails to come to know us, because he has to work at the kebab or because she just suffered arrest "terrorist" conveyor belt. And I especially like the end when, mistreating the guitar strings, pull out these two songs about longing and land left to come back and then chissaquando-melt even the last barriers to people who have come to feel well who organized the evening rays of joy and you end up with hugs, chatting, signing and wine. Friday night these and other stories will come to CCA Lugh, another social and cultural center, but is low in the Romagna, in Lugo di Romagna, precisely. . . .
