You're in bed and hear the telephone ringing.
You get up and go answer the phone but there is only a noise. Think, think, you sit on the toilet and you understand.
The telephone rings You just dreamed that.
The fact that you got up to answer it does not make you believe that the fruit, but all'ammazzacaffè.
Whether the dream was long. I could see myself playing guitar and voice on a small stage in front of some attentive spectator, only to be wildly attracted by the sister of a dear friend who was turning at an inconvenient time in the devil.
Yes, the devil. You know Al Pacino the lawyer of the Devil? The flames, the screams, the face that cambia.Ecco. What then if I meet I tell him.
There is little to laugh.
last newsletter I spoke of the fact that every time I felt I was thinking the same turn on the boiler exploding. I still think.
But the coach of the boiler after the check he said "the boiler is postissimo. Now before you imagine the huge blaze coming from the kitchen I think the voice of that young technician said "the boiler is postissimo," and turned it into the wet blanket that will save me.
That now I'm not going to chase the recurring dreams, I'm afraid to take the kick again.
There's one that I think back lately. And 'the consequence of having lived for decades in front of the sea. I thought better on Saturday night, as I read the article by Vittorio Zucconi on Republic sitting at the bar of the Tazza d'Oro. After I closed the newspaper and the beer I was sipping is over quickly.
We're in the middle of the sequence of atrocities Voltaire and I dream of the devil and the intercom.
I wonder if someone would answer in the dream.
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