" If you wish, you can easily reach the maximum height of the statue, which is, in practice, the torch," And I do not
me I repeat more than once and, armed with good will, I came up there.
A wonderful view, seemed even more unlikely due to a winter afternoon sun that gilded everything around.
"Yes, it was he, Eiffel, who designed it" and then
"Eiffel himself proposed to accompany the pieces of the statue from France to America" \u200b\u200band then
" it is certain that the idea of \u200b\u200bEiffel was winning and then ... ....
she was there.
young age.
Black.
Million Hair blacks.
Hundreds of millimeters of the breast.
tens of centimeters in the legs.
Two Eyes.
No, two carbons burning!
The questions often left unanswered, especially those of the "existential" such as "what we are living, where we go, where we come from, there is a creator?" Obtained immediately, in fact, more answers:
A) I lived for her.
C) I came from a place she was not there.
D) Yes of course there was a creator, and should also be a good one, made it up!
"I'm in New York for a week but I think I've seen very little of the city" and added
"seeking a friend with who share the experience of a visit to Harlem and are willing to pay for all the time ........."
The temptation to be "paid" was strong (I could buy a musical instrument used, the saxophone, which has long courted and which was proudly displayed in a window of a shop in the thirty-ninth) but I had to force myself together and tell her that I would willingly, and only for friendship.
I was in New York for one hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the unification of Italy (Taranto had accompanied the famous tenor Aldo Bianchi, and I was waiting in the thirty-ninth that he ended the interview with NBC.
Virginy was elegant, supple, refined and high, too high for me ..........!
So I took the initiative in his footsteps I advanced a little and once trovatomi two steps of a church on top of her, embraced her with an ardor which, in truth, surprised me first, and finally I kissed her.
was a passionate kiss, long and full of meanings.
Some faithful color stopped to look smug smile.
Of the children we turned around.
bells in the distance of a Christian church (the Abyssinian Baptist Church) began to play.
This sound brought me back back ten years. Not even a kiss between us.
Only lengthy discussions on Irwin Shaw, born and educated there at Brooklyn College.
On Samuel Shipman, who was also born in New York.
George Gershwin.
Arthur Miller.
Eugene O'Neill.
was September and we could afford to be outdoors.
Sitting on a bench in Central Park or under the Brooklyn Bridge at night with full moon.
September in New York is everything a man could hope for from life.
But if we add in September, New York and then Marianne, Well then .........
"So you coming or not?" He said, literally dragged me to the
Twin Towers.
"You'll see, we'll have fun"
His idea was to climb on the roof of the towers, I at that right and she on the other.
There we could see and greet through the powerful binoculars that were installed.
"We'll talk about signs to" those who use the kids to play.
She referred me to the street corner of Trinity Place Liberty Street, he left me his hand and ran away.
"See on "
and disappeared.
I slowed the race for an incredible cloud of dust I hit his face and forced me to retreat.
was coughing heavily for having swallowed the smoke and some of the content of the cloud.
Fragments of wood, paper, plastic, glass.
instinctively looked for a place to eat, a bar, a shop anywhere.
I urge to drink.
The sore throat would not let me make no sound.
Finally, a drug store.
I went but I came out soon after.
A man in uniform took me hand and took me away for I do not know how many hundreds of meters and for how long.
fifteen days I was locked up at home.
not ate nor drank.
Fifteen days because it was not possible to leave earlier.
No one could move from New York.
Marianne had been found on the ground without injury.
A grimace on his face seemed to want to communicate to those who found her had died with a smile.
Aldo Bianchi has ended his interview and was released from the cloth covered with a red, white and green: It 's happy, he represented Italy in New York, can not see a tear that runs through my cheeks ...
me I repeat more than once and, armed with good will, I came up there.
A wonderful view, seemed even more unlikely due to a winter afternoon sun that gilded everything around.
"Yes, it was he, Eiffel, who designed it" and then
"Eiffel himself proposed to accompany the pieces of the statue from France to America" \u200b\u200band then
" it is certain that the idea of \u200b\u200bEiffel was winning and then ... ....
she was there.
young age.
Black.
Million Hair blacks.
Hundreds of millimeters of the breast.
tens of centimeters in the legs.
Two Eyes.
No, two carbons burning!
The questions often left unanswered, especially those of the "existential" such as "what we are living, where we go, where we come from, there is a creator?" Obtained immediately, in fact, more answers:
A) I lived for her.
C) I came from a place she was not there.
D) Yes of course there was a creator, and should also be a good one, made it up!
"I'm in New York for a week but I think I've seen very little of the city" and added
"seeking a friend with who share the experience of a visit to Harlem and are willing to pay for all the time ........."
The temptation to be "paid" was strong (I could buy a musical instrument used, the saxophone, which has long courted and which was proudly displayed in a window of a shop in the thirty-ninth) but I had to force myself together and tell her that I would willingly, and only for friendship.
I was in New York for one hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the unification of Italy (Taranto had accompanied the famous tenor Aldo Bianchi, and I was waiting in the thirty-ninth that he ended the interview with NBC.
Virginy was elegant, supple, refined and high, too high for me ..........!
So I took the initiative in his footsteps I advanced a little and once trovatomi two steps of a church on top of her, embraced her with an ardor which, in truth, surprised me first, and finally I kissed her.
was a passionate kiss, long and full of meanings.
Some faithful color stopped to look smug smile.
Of the children we turned around.
bells in the distance of a Christian church (the Abyssinian Baptist Church) began to play.
This sound brought me back back ten years. Not even a kiss between us.
Only lengthy discussions on Irwin Shaw, born and educated there at Brooklyn College.
On Samuel Shipman, who was also born in New York.
George Gershwin.
Arthur Miller.
Eugene O'Neill.
was September and we could afford to be outdoors.
Sitting on a bench in Central Park or under the Brooklyn Bridge at night with full moon.
September in New York is everything a man could hope for from life.
But if we add in September, New York and then Marianne, Well then .........
"So you coming or not?" He said, literally dragged me to the
Twin Towers.
"You'll see, we'll have fun"
His idea was to climb on the roof of the towers, I at that right and she on the other.
There we could see and greet through the powerful binoculars that were installed.
"We'll talk about signs to" those who use the kids to play.
She referred me to the street corner of Trinity Place Liberty Street, he left me his hand and ran away.
"See on "
and disappeared.
I slowed the race for an incredible cloud of dust I hit his face and forced me to retreat.
was coughing heavily for having swallowed the smoke and some of the content of the cloud.
Fragments of wood, paper, plastic, glass.
instinctively looked for a place to eat, a bar, a shop anywhere.
I urge to drink.
The sore throat would not let me make no sound.
Finally, a drug store.
I went but I came out soon after.
A man in uniform took me hand and took me away for I do not know how many hundreds of meters and for how long.
fifteen days I was locked up at home.
not ate nor drank.
Fifteen days because it was not possible to leave earlier.
No one could move from New York.
Marianne had been found on the ground without injury.
A grimace on his face seemed to want to communicate to those who found her had died with a smile.
Aldo Bianchi has ended his interview and was released from the cloth covered with a red, white and green: It 's happy, he represented Italy in New York, can not see a tear that runs through my cheeks ...
ANGELO Cardenas
Through 'irony and the taste of Angelo Cardenas, Piazzaebalia wanted to reserve a little surprise for his friend Aldo Bianchi, tenor Tarantino, who will sing tonight for the Italians in New York. Greetings!
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