Last weekend I've been in Carpi for a show of Judah, then I spent the evening with Rocco, Marina Marina is a beautiful friend who is a census of mountain goats on the Marmolada. Sunday morning I was sitting in the square at Bologna on the stairs of the hall to enjoy the bag of sunshine, but instead of people with good dress that's made you come on a day of celebration in the province was surrounded by a number of shady characters Lombroso, the Older inspired sympathy, fear the younger, especially one that had them very eyes of Manson (not the singer) and a full beard ... While the Peruvian
posing as Native Americans and played the usual sflautate for tourists arrived he: Beppe Maniglia.
The only thing that can justify the hill minotaur is that holding two heads!
However, the number has increased since my last time: he was playing, the sound system placed on the usual motion ruock, but in an old meat in a tight black tutus and danced up a crazy tall and skinny skinny sent kisses to conceal from center stage (looked like puffins and his nose almost touched his chin in an unlikely attempt to bill ...).
Peruvians if the son did poorly: the cd Beppe sale is called Apache and I swear that if it were a DVD with the old dancing and dreaming I would have got mad!
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