I think one of the luxuries of the wild life is to be able to sit in an outdoor cafe and watch people walking down the street or sitting at the table next to yours. If then in the same predicament I can drink a coffee and maybe fumarmi a cigarette, I reach metaphysical heights of pleasure. Always thought that the life of a pensioner like me lot. I have no expensive vices, nor particularly original.
Today at the bar about three o'clock I was there alone, and two Chinese children who have had more than nine years in two. His dad bought a giant ice cream each. The male has taken all chocolate, the child instead of something that could be light-colored vanilla or lemon. Then they sat chatting tasks of chinoiserie next to me, and took to sucking that assuming a typical posture that is characteristic of all children licking a cone at the four corners of the world. A kind of ritual for the worship of the god affiliates sweets. The cone is lifted up and if the baby sucks from the bottom as if he was saying a prayer, slipping inside the nose and leaving out the minimum necessary to keep breathing, as well as spalmandose a half all around the face. The child who eats ice cream without changing connotations if it has less than half.
was obvious that they were local Chinese, it was obvious familiarity with the two children moved to the square and the bar. Locals, and the place to which I refer is a small village high in Padua of 6000 souls. Monochiesa, monofarmacia, monotabacchi, to understand, and if you do not like what you find you have to change place of residence. The children were too young to speak Italian. Easy enough to understand it, but the looseness He will only start when going to school.
I watched them and thought that these two kids who now communicate with each other in a language totally foreign to me in less than a decade began exchanging text messages in Cantonese close like this: site where finìo, mona, and Xe do 'hours that spectrum! Even this, if desired, a language quite beyond my reach, at least until recently. But then, you know, when there are alternatives all are great to learn the art of making a virtue of necessity and fate compels us if we learn to move in linguistically hostile land.
this thing gives me a thrill of infinite pleasure. An Italian maculata, renewed, bastardized, then that would be about the same thing that happened some fifteen centuries ago on the borders of the empire. Your driving force is exhausted. What good could you do it you're already left behind. Now, if you're smart, you allow others to take your place, but do it with grace. Let inherit what you have produced and which deserves to be saved, and gives them the power to reinvent it with the help of a new genetic code. Allow a renewed civilization to emerge from the ashes of what has gone before. Let things to change, even if this means accepting that you have come to the world only to watch the decline of your particular story. Maybe the next life, if you insist, you'll have some pinnacle of civilization. But for now this is our fate, and AMME I like it a lot. First, because I always prefer to change the static. And because the second object is blatantly unnecessary. Put it in your pocket, Umberto: if the next generation will have to choose between the pure fruit of thy loins, and the mongrel race that will be the fate of the trout is marked. Why then, as the barbarians, they are much more numerous, strong and determined. While you always forced to shuffle the same genes from insteriliti cheeses Valtrompia you see that thee came out?
With that shows, among other things, that at the end of a cycle there is always justice in the world.
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