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Monday, June 14, 2004

Nutella good na’ cifra...

 

Once upon a time, many many many, ma’na cifra of many years ago, at the beginning of the initiation of the mond, there was the caos.
Ode day, God (God is the nome d’art of Dio), God, who was disoccupated, had a folgorart idea and so God created the Nutell. And God saw that the Nutell was good, very good, very very good, good ?na cifra.


The mangiation of God was long, he manges one million of barattols of Nutell sfrutting the fact that God has not a Mamm that strills if you sbaf too much Nutell...


And after his mangiation, God invented the Water Closen Run, the cors in the cabinet, and some Nutell’s derivates like the red bubbons, the panz, the cellulit and ceter and ceter. After di which (dopodiché) he invented Adamo ed Evaand all the Paradise and he diss to Adamo and Eva: ?Now you have all the Paradis, you can do everything, very tutt: you have the permission to eat, to dirnk, to kiss, to scop, nothing lavor, nothing affitt, nothing concors of impiegats, nothing cod alla post, nothing IRPEF, ILOR.


Only very ozious life: television, telenovels, football, moviol, process of Monday, appell of Tuesday, cassazion of Wendsday and center and ceter.
You have gratis restaurants, cinemas, theaters, all the Paradise is yours: air conditioned, autonom riscaldament, moquette, parquet, tresset, bidet, omelette, eccet eccet....


There’s just one thing, remember, in tutt the Paradise just one thing absolutely prohibieted, Come, come to me in the giardin, look at this alber: this is ?the Noccio" the alber of the Nutell.


Only this alber of the Nutell is prohibieted, because I like the Nutell very much, very very much, much’na cifra and I want all the nutell, tutt the Nutell for me"
During the prim temps, Adamo and Eva were yery happy, Adam said: ?What a cool!" (?Cool" is not in italian ?freddo", no, ?what a cool" means ?Che cul") all the Paradise is nostr!

 


 

And everyday, ognigiorn, they dicovered something new. A lot of scoperts, many scoperts, many many scoperts,‘na cifra di scoperts; one day the scopert of the hot water, one day the scoperts of the spaghettis, one day the cigarettes, and ceter and ceter.
But one sad day, a trist day, very very trist, trist’na cifra, Adamo and Eva feccer the scoperts of the first colazion.


And after the scoperts of the cappucin, the scopert of the aranch succ, the scopert of the cornetts, they understood that something was mancat.
?Eva! ­said Adam- Don’t you think that qualcos is mancant here, proprio here,‘ncopp this fett?"
?Second me ­Eva rispond- ncopp the fett you have to metter burr and marmelade"
?No, no Eva, you know that the marmelade schif myself; i want’ncopp this fett something very paricular, very very particular, particular’na cifra: ..what do you think about the Nutell?"


?No, Adam you are scording that the Signor said that’s vietat!"
?Yes, i remember, but only a little assagigation, don’t succed nothing!"
And Adam sces in the cortil where the alber of Nutell was and he pres a small barattol and spalmed the brown cream on the fett and assagged the Nutell.


Adam and Eva don’t ebber the time to exprimer the godiment that tuons and fulmins apparved in the ciel and one voice said: ?Potevamo stupirv you with special effect but I’m God, not fantagod! Adam, Eva, come here!


I’m very incaz with you, very very incaz, incaz’na cifra!! how did you permitt to tocc the Nutell? Didn’t you remember thet it was prohibited?"
?Cazz! ­esclamed Adam- it was prohibited! Oh, sorry, God, I’m very very sorry, sorry’na cifra, God, I reallyy really was completely scordat..."
?Don’t do the fint tont, Adam, I’m God, I can see everything, very tutt, and I know that you and the woman have deliberatatment assaggiated the Nutell.
So you have a big punition, a very casting for your peccat. But siccom I’m sconfinatly good, you can choose, you have two scelts:

Scelt number 1:
Nothing Nutell for ever and ever in the secols of the secols amen.
?Noo! ­Eva was piangnucoling- it’s a thing very tragic, very very tragic, tragic’na cifra!"
?Aspett! ­said God- don’t be frettolous, woman...

Scelt number 2:
You can take the Nutell, no problem, let’s prend, prend, but for you ti the cacciation out the Paradise, you will soffer, you will have to lavorar with the sudor of your front, you will zapp-the terr, you’ll have mal of schien and, like this don’t bastass, everytime you will mang Nutell, the malediction of the brufols, of the mal of panch, of the cacarel will be cadent you."
?Ale‘! ­esclamed Adam- thank you God, tank you, we don’t interess the cacciation dal Paradise, the important is to have the Nutell!! Goodbye! Ciao Ciao!"
And so Adam and Eva were cacciated and this original peccat and this malediction cadded on lor and on lor discandents and on the discendents of the discendents.
Infact, tutt’ogg, you can veder in the pubblicity all the ragazz that per aver one fett of pan and Nutell they scalan the mountains they stay in a tend al fredd and al gel and ceter and ceter.
But the final pensier of tutti noi is ?It’s meglio faticar and soffrir with the Nutell piuttost che the Terrestr Paradise senz the Nutell".

 

(pescata in rete)



































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Sunday, June 13, 2004

Levanto la corneta y marco el número. En lugar de la usual voz bronca parte la musiquilla de espera.

¿- Vamos al plaja ay ay ay ay Vamos al plaja ay ay ay ay…

- Bonita, los hermanos Righeira, aquellos de entregan el pelo como bonita "rubia".

Pero si plaja es español no debería pronunciar calma o COMARCA?  
 
Pacientemente aspecto, tiene un problema con el expediente MANAGER.

"Siiiiiiiii, dicaaaaaaaaaaaa". Ops, se distrajo..

Siempre el mismo pequiñajo de la otra vez.

Tal vez que haga tendrá. ¿De CHIPIRÓN rata con los dentoni

o de chipirón cefalopodo con los ojos a pelota?   

 


 
"Siiiiiiii, dicaaaaaaaaaaaa." "Siente a un programador me da por favor?".

 no hay nadie, está uno de un cliente y al otro le ha venido un RICTUS y lo han llevado al hospital.

Tuvo toda la boca torcida, poraccio. He avisado a la mujer, que ANGUSTIA."   
 
Hoy me siento un po cattivella. Lo quiero poner en crisis.

Le Pregunto: "pero a Sodoma también los Hombres vistieron el PEPLO?"

"Y por qué no se habla nunca de Gomorra?"

"Pero si un sodomita fuera con uno/a de Gomorra le hizo venir los gomorroides?"  
 
Silencio de la otra parte del filo ..

immagino el cefalopéde con la boca abierta, que piensa:

"pero ésta es justo estúpido."  
 
Va bè, también hoy tengo que solucionar solo el problema.  
 
Salgo de casa y me dirijo al aereoporto de Fiumicino,

a hablar con los de la ADUANA por un problema sobre una burbuja de envío.  
 
Y mientras tanto pienso: "pero el ATÚN, como lo hago entrar?"   















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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

le 28 juin 2004

 

Où étais-tu le 28 juin de milleneufcentquatrevingt-deux??

???

Je le rappelle très bien.

Je me souviens où j'étais le 28 juin de tous les ans.

C'est le jour de mon anniversaire!

Quelle Age?

 

 

Hé, mais il ne se demande jamais l'âge à une dame!

 

Je suis née sous le signe du Crabe.

Je suis têtue, sensible, gentille, mais parfois

Je déviens caustique, ironique et un peu sceptique.

Il me plaît aller contre-courant

Comme les écrevisses.

J'ai une forte imagination

Cependant bloquée par le pragmatisme

De l'ascendant en Vierge

 

 

Entre les nombreux, j’ai un gros défaut

Je me fais attendrir et apitoyer

Et quelques furbacchione/a

Il pense de pouvoir profiter

De ma disponibilité.

Faute! Les furbetti je les flaire

À milles de distance.

(on dit que ceux du crabe sont intuitifs,

ou non?)

Je ne lève jamais la voix

Je hais les gens qui cris quand ils parlent

Je demande toujours s'il vous plaît et s'il vous plaît

Je tâche toujours d'être accommodant

Parce que je hais faire polémique

Mais jamais taquiner

Un Khan.. cer qu'il dort!