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When he decides to run free the fluid becomes a fantastic beast. Better the unicorn. Make the best of rifles. At this stage of ecstasy man is even capable of being decently pleasant.
end of April there was the Queen's Day. In Amsterdam, everyone waited with excitement. The people went around with only one purpose: fun. Counted for more. The people's faces were radiant, expressed happiness spontaneous, as if the war had ended and a new era of wealth and prosperity is preparing to be lived. The lively atmosphere was so contagious that I seemed to live on a planet perfect, joyous, loving, safe from cheaters and misdeeds. A fabulous day in the sun did the rest.
Amsterdam had coated orange. Each person on the street wearing something orange: hat, flags, eyeglasses, bras, shirts, shoes, wigs. So I wore an orange jersey, even if I did not know the name of the queen was to carry or how many years nor did I care to know anything.
During Queen's Day concerts were held technology everywhere. I bumped the techno. But it did not picky. At the bottom of every genre plucking a string of soul. De Gregori dreamer than, say, the physical technology. It is not important who listens to music, the important thing is getting caught. And the rest of us that we were coming out of the synthetic corporate offices, we had a desperate need. I
was with Gary, Hamber, and all the good company of the feast of Marnixstraat. Mutongo I thought even he had to be faced with malnourished children from parts of Manila. That he generously. But I spent the whole day walking through the channels trying not to fall to the ground driven by the crowd, the square to square, chasing the music, drinking beer, smoking joints on tape, and just if the opportunity arose shaking hand to hand with girls sweaty, happy and uninhibited. In this case, as I saw it, the very life hung on my side.
After a day out of energy outside a bar on Weteringshans, the Twisted. It was midnight. We had spent about twelve hours to drink and smoke and I I somehow found myself arguing with a girl of fifteen who kept staring at me like a Martian. She was beautiful, a wild flower Netherlands. One of those dolls that Italy is near impossible unless you jump out of a Porsche.
One day I heard a wise man: "The happy man has a woman ten years younger." Well, I tried to make use of the word of the prophet. The girl in question was awake and unpretentious. Of those who lay down beside it is preferable trovarsele discuss the stars and eternity.
- Would you like to visit Italy?
- Sure! - Said the girl.
- This summer visitors to you when you finish school my home in Castellammare. I have a boat of twenty meters. I'll take you to Positano, Amalfi, Sorrento and besides eating ice cream.
That one's eyes widened. And I left her dream. A technique often used to tow pathetic that easy. The Dutch went mad for Italy and for Italians. Many of them speak our language on purpose. But I would really welcome due to many bad wolves before finding Prince Charming, and until then they would be accorded to bastards like me begging for a blowjob tricks fourth order. When I go to bed a girl I felt a certain pleasure to come out. I was good, a guapo. A man able to charm and seduce. But it was a bluff. The excitement lasted time for a nap and everything seemed the work of a naughty child. M'incaponivo to tell lies using subterfuge to get more narrow purpose. Although I was aware that I had not the strength to surface sottrarmici. Had a taste of revenge in that purpose. A sort of claim against a wrong suffered. And we think, also happened to get attached to some girls, but it was always string string of false lights. The day after we had been together not even remember the name. Love, one of the butterflies in the stomach, lump in throat, sweaty palms, the craving to see her, remained confined elsewhere, drowned in the black pool of disappointment. From Twisted
was out of a guy with a pie in his hands. Came out of nowhere like a mirage. He stopped in the street and loudly said to those present: "This I did with my hands. It is nutritious, it tastes! "
Everyone took a piece and we also accommodate the banquet and I the girl.
- Good. How you do it? - I asked.
- All natural ingredients, eat eat! - And continued to spread it around.
The cake was tasty. He knew of strawberries. I made it out quickly. Then I attacked the tired and decided to go home. I invited the girl to the District. She said her brother was jealous. We exchanged phone numbers, I placed a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. A good number to call in times of loneliness. A number, indeed.
greeted Gaetano, the other company and started to walk home. I turned on Vijzeelstraat, messed up by roadworks. A Streetcar closes the doors part. A couple of guys taking a road bike, laughing. Cans and trash everywhere. The party without evaporating quickly.
During a stroll, a few blocks later, something strange happened, on the unexpected. I felt that the facades of the buildings were made of cardboard as the set of a western movie: windows, balconies, trees, everything seemed to papier mache! There, there, I thought to result from the effect alcohol / marijuana. Then resumed the journey at a good pace but I soon rushed to remain stuck in the same place as on a tapirulant. I started to run to reach those homes, those that I saw there on, with all the energy I had, but to no avail, not a step forward! Jesus! Wait a minute! I tried to return to me. I shook my head and gave me to calm down. I did not understand anything. The houses were bent outward and inward as if dancing to belly dancing. The blinding light exploded and colorful flower-shaped prisms I was turning around like butterflies. On my head exploding fireworks in the sky that hangs like marbled colored spiders. On the street there was a person or a car or a tram. All gone, vanished, dissolved. Yet Vijzeelstraat the traffic was two seconds before! What to do? It was useless to continue. Go back was out. Resigned, I went to watch the lights turn myself around like a swarm of bees mad. It was an incredible sight. Those were the form of iridescent daisy, sunflower, pomegranate, painted in bright colors. Some of them were melted in the air as cascades of rainbows depending on my eyes. If concentrates it swirled down the right. If you looked up moving to the left. And then again, beings who danced and floated, with the shape of animals and insects as if I was in a phantasmagoric jungle!
Who knows how long I stood mesmerized in front of those fluid forms. Maybe a minute, maybe for hours, who knows. In some resemblance to the country that looks stupid ass fly with his mouth wide open! When they finally part
hallucinogenic effect vanished, I focused on the way back. So nice to Santiago and reasons. On street corners there is a sign with the blue name of the street, remember? Found a joke will go home. Come on. I followed the wall palm to palm. I followed him for a while. Never ended. I walked one hundred miles, maybe two hundred, until I got on a bridge. The diaphanous light of the moon was reflected in the channel as milk. The surface of the water ripples and a strong surge in the rose sky to soak up the stars. The black back of a whale glided elegantly into the water until he settled in the large vertical tail and disappeared straight into the depths of the channel. I became very emotional. I passed the bridge and arrived in a quiet street. Extremely quiet. The walls of the houses had to be cotton wool or entire neighborhood was run over by a glass upside down. Blue corner past a sign. It was as small as a pack of cigarettes. I could not read anything. Without wasting time I reached the neck until you get to read the index, just as he would a giraffe in search of the highest leaves in the branches of a baobab. It read: Herengracht. I could be anywhere on the Herengracht. Then I took a chance: came out towards the left. After a few kilometers of arduous journey, as my feet sank into the street in front of a sbucai Maoz, a dealer of kebab. Right there on the bell tower of Munt plein and the flower market. Folks, at last people on the street and trams, cars, bikes, women, men, dressed as if venisserro out of an important ceremony or something. Even those who ride a bike wearing a suit and tie and police directing traffic in a tuxedo. Suddenly they stopped by McDonald's and all came out of a married couple driving a hamburger with wheels. They took the downtown street dragging cans of cat food. I crossed the Rokin (God knows how) and caught the shortcut leading university. I was able to recognize the street as if I had suddenly found his memory. Among the trees had grown giant mushrooms high winds, perhaps forty feet, similar to those described in the Journey to the Center of the Earth. M'avrebbe not surprised to meet an elephant or a pterodactyl Zannato around the corner. Instead I met a homeless man who tried to foist a stolen bicycle. I recognized him! It was the same homeless man who had sold me my first bike twice. I was tempted to snatch it from his hand and run away, so I love you but I was greeted warmly by passing it over. Finally on the Oudezijds Voorburgwal. I thought I would be very close to home instead arrancai another hundred, maybe three hundred kilometers meeting parrots, dolphins, chimpanzees, coarse, including palaces decorated like carnival, women in bikinis, and cries, laughs, cries, noise, red, blue, and yellow are mixed together, till I appeared in the distance disc shining a midnight sun. My North Star: the banner of Phoebus. I was home.
My grandmother always advised me not to accept candy from strangers. Imagine a piece of cake.
The day after the Queen's Day it rained cats and dogs. We went back down to earth. That day of sunshine and cheerfulness had been a gift to the Queen of the Gods. The powerful people know, are the good and the bad weather. The life we \u200b\u200bused to call center started again monotonous. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Weekend. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Etcetera, etcetera.
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