Not everyone in the middle of the vegetable garden was a
good person, but the water that was coming out from the
siphon knew how to recognized them. For the most part they
were judicious boys, god's work so friable that could turn
into thrillers stories.
At a certain time some stones were thrown, and so the
weeping begun; a detail of the bedroom justified the actual
support of the bridge, where a marine factory spent its days
always in the company of adequate guests.
The city where this anecdote takes place is Pordenone,
ruthless like the outfit that it wears!
Absolutely without efficiency and clear of clouds was that
morning sky that pierced its first hours; a generic little bird,
agile and slim, had a brilliant idea: in less than 6 minutes he
went down the superb ramps of his tree, which was worth at
least two of the same.
It was a piece of cake, but with some questions. After a short
moment the bird's brain remembered of a typical marine
inlet, and in doing so the winged creature felt joy.
In some periods of the year the rain was eliminated in order
to fight the pollution that was developing underground, and
it was right at that moment that the mythological god of the
forest gave origin to the common plant, with a quick
arithmetic gesture. Like in a fable, for several days the water
nearest the plant was drinkable both hot or cold; this never
happened again thanks to whom it was killed because of a
literary dispute.
In the field in question now stood an English man made out
of cement, sarnik and lovek in his stare; the birds that often
landed on it, smeared the candelabra under them, which in
turn was aging youthfully. This thing was strutting on main
street at midnight, with evil instincts paired just like a
locomotive. He carried with him two maracas to play the
samba, and he promised many great things to all the people
that are willing to do anything for money.
That day the evening kept everybody waiting, and an
influential member of the flock helped the hunters home; the
breeze instead, with harsh manners, chase after only those
men that sometimes are misunderstood between the age of
20 and 40; the others had to withstand the heat.
Submitted: July 25, 2011
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