Usual place, usual night deprived
of hope, usual drunkenness. It is
the beautifulst girl of the country, goes around itself
between the
tables like a feline sornione, famelico predator
to hunting of the
next one preda. The sense of all the one which encircles to me
is not
more obvious
that never, I and my dumb friend enter
in the usual bar.
Deprived of hope, lost people between drink and idiot speeches, people
that more does
not distinguish the fiction and the truth, slave of the
television stereotypes and the publicity.We order of the beers, I wonder what I make us lì, between women in
mask and men worthless, my friend does not succeed to maintain a
minimal logical sense in the speech that he tries to construct,
repeats the same concept many, too many times only changing the
duration of the interruptions between a period and the other. The
beautifulr girl of the country turns between the tables attracts its
look and its attentions, it is sure of if, she seems every landlady of
its gesture and she does not notice not even of inept he therefore and
insignificant, like all the others of the rest, its vitrei eyes seem
empty, do not grant null, tantomeno to he, therefore lacking in style
and imbambolato.We still order of the beers in order to throw down I face it it are
ignores to you, are in racing silk of the prizes and the deejay it is
taken care of the extraction, to every consumazione you receive a
number in order to gain something, in racing silk are bottles of
whisky and rum, prize that could not to me piu is appreciate: "perhaps
the night can have one decidedly carried out unexpected task between
me and me". The case is adverse, the fortune does not assist to us,
while my friend is in bath one of the girls of the table close to
ours, between laughed isteriche, gains the bottle of Havana and an
other stronzo that one of Jack Daniel'' s.It does not remain to me that to abandon the scene, the idea to gain a
sbronza and to alleviate my uneasiness and to drown ennesima the
defeat vanishes from my mind like an uncertain mirage and from the
faded contours.I take the house way defeated, I watch towards the sea and there is a
splendid full moon that specchia on the sea, vain and bearing away
like the beautifulr girl of the country, a night like many between
beer and grida decomposed, without breath, urlate from burst inertia
of screw, useless, stupid, without scope of sense, force.
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