Well ... it's not my fault! Type about three weeks ago I walked the streets of my town and watched the faces of people watching the windows, I realized that there was a hole in the ground and we fell in and never fell I did not feel the bottom of why this hole was very deep. And so while I sank more quickly before I am not worried about dirty clothes the ground and then I wondered if I was dead, and if by chance I was falling into hell. Son went from cold to hot and then back to cold and when I saw the light of day I was in China. What then when one finds oneself suddenly in China it is not immediately easy to organize, that is, I mean, some time is required to recover from the shock and take the first steps. I tried also an internet point to write a post and make a Christmas card except that there are Chinese keyboards and we would find only boxes instead of their characters, so I let it go. For some days I did express the risk-taking people around to Beijing with the strength of my legs then, when I had enough money, I embarked on a ship flying the Liberian flag to the task assigned to the bridge hub bow. And even when I pulled a shiny bow deck was always in my thoughts and you want to write un post non m’abbandonava mai, nemmeno nei momenti più critici. E così a forza di spinte dai venti d’oriente siamo arrivati al capo di buona speranza dove una tempesta biblica e un banco di balene di una razza che attacca l’uomo hanno spezzato il bastimento a metà. Se Dio vuole ero sulla metà giusta, quella che è rimasta a galla e si è arenata sulle coste africane. Ho raccolto un pò di cose e mi sono incamminato verso nord...e nei miei pensieri c’eravate sempre voi. Ho attraversato di corsa l’africa nera con il fitto delle sue foreste per arrivare in tempo a scrivere il post degli auguri di fine anno. E ho corso di giorno e di notte. E quando spuntava il sole le gazzelle si svegliavano cinque minuti prima dei leoni and began to run ... but I ran so fast that, from afar, it seemed that the lions chasing gazelles and the gazelles chasing me. In fact the lions chase gazelles and gazelles, but not chasing me. Indeed some are even friends of the gazelles, which I put in there to tell him of their group with words of comfort and to encourage them to run harder. And when I arrived at the source of the Nile felucca I rented a motor, I climbed the Aswan Dam and arrived at an amen here in Alexandria ... I borrowed a bit of rare books to the library of Alexandria and I embarked on a boat that I downloaded to Pantelleria. And here was a joke back in romagna because with a bicycle under the cu * o I run like the wind, so that the cold did not feel because I was covered with blubber that attacks humans (which keeps the cold much more than the blubber attack the man).
Well, all this to say that I am innocent and that's not my fault if I have been away for a while.
And then I would also say that the ships flying the Liberian flag should make them a little stronger ... and that in addition to adopting a panda also adopted a gazelle!
So these two barrels you see here, with the stamp of the Chinese customs, are full of amazing things that bring happiness and protection from bad things. Take and As there is no more ... but (there are others).
heartiest greetings and all the other organs, especially're happy or not sad. And keep your dreams alive and the young child (or fanciullone) in you ... In witness
Kaba
ps do not answer all the comments on post below ... but thanks ...
pss
In this corner of the post celebrates the art of "strut" ...
is that they are no longer used to writing the post and I forget things in the street ... and then ... well, things are always those small fans that I am happy ...
and nothing, there's this episode of the Simpsons where Bart has a date with his daughter Reverend he is in love (in love with the daughter of Reverend), and then at the height of joy says these words here:
"There's one thing to do at a time like this: strut!" and leaves sway with the music of the Bee Gees, like Tony Manero in Saturday Night Fever ...
short, all this stuff to say that the first and only story I wrote in my life has been selected to be published in a book is true (to clarify, NOT book published at my expense ...) The
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