Last Kiss
sulla strada per Montevideo 01.12.05
Ho appena riletto la prima pagina di diario scritta: non e' che mi faccia impazzire.. A dire il vero ci sono anche degli errori di punteggiatura, ma penso che la prima caraatteristica di un diario debba essere la spontaneita'.. mettersi li' correcting, adjusting, shaping, try to make sure that it is the most 'pleasant as possible would mean distorting it. That 's just the diary of a 27 year old around South America (almeno..) That-as they live, know, feel-writes. Nothing more '.
are by bus to Montevideo (22:30), second from bottom on the left (facing the driver) by the window. Upon arriving at the bus terminal, I thought of going to the south, Puerto Madryn, where in this period should start to see the whales .. There were no seats for tonight (there are 20 hours away), I changed my destination. I wanted to see whales, more 'than anything else' cause I had seen a subspecies in peimissimi day of January of 1998 by beach of Mondello in Palermo, would be a way so '.. meet again for something that 'inside me, but that' I do not want time to explain. I'll just make 'a few months with killer whales, penguins and sea lions .. Patagonia definitely time to go there. Actually I asked the fate .. I pulled a coin three times: a cross-ready the next day head-start for Uruguay. Three times, and 'come head .. here I am. Simple, no?
Well .. how to describe these eight days (or rather, eight nights) in Buenos Aires? Intense? Definitely. As mentioned previously, to live with food has left me little time to myself, 'was a great Cicero, Cicero but of those that I like .. He did not show churches or museums, no .. showed me the life (and what a life ..) here. E 'was really delicious. Some scenes: Thursday 24/11/2005
We go to the train station near his house (Arroyo 860) and wait for the train that takes us to San Isidro. The train has not arrived and as usual the line of people formed at the entrances (there are signs on the ground), just like every parada bus. It's really strange. You know in England or Ireland, when all are put in single file to take public transport (surface)? Here, the same thing happens here. But what the heck! The people here makes surfing on the bus (I swear, Sunday at 19:00 the bus were returning from a game for granted Milan-Siena football kind, third-league and each had at least a dozen young and do not you surf! not to mention what you see at night ..), go in the car as if they were playing the Playstation side of bouncing in the side, each bus earns for himself '- vying for those who arrive first at the parade, scoured and putting across -street, in4 be running, but ... to take the bus (or train) all in order of arrival ... Up .. objectively strange stride with the rest. If you put in order of age or height, I'd understand, I would find more enjoyable and certainly more Latin! Oh well .. Pardon the digression.
arrive in San Isidro, a beautiful neighborhood a little outside the (Baires is huge, and five times more Roma), Quadras do a bit of running (race but true) and we get from her dietician. These are 20:15, the sign outside says closing h 20:00. We ask (ask) if there is still time and the girl says that much time is something only the indicative (that's Latin ..). Food comes in, out, pay. Pays 15 pesos for a seat by the dietitian. Now .. Before leaving, I was the dermatologist: for charity, a nice lady, kind, for good .. for 20-minute visit, a recipe and a pimple (it) I paid 150 Iuri crushed. How many are 15 pesos? € 4. Now ... anything goes .. How the heck is this possible?? Can you tell me what you want "We in Italy, not in Argentina, "" Who knows that you went to the dermatologist! "(a normal girl, fairground)" shall be a dietitian in Buenos Aires "(with all that is thinner than 20 pounds and moves) .. Yes. occhei ... .. but 150 compared to 4 in Argentina 1 peso has the same purchasing power of € 1. I repeat: not 150 vs 50 or 40 or 30 or 20 .. 150 vs. NO 4. If you are okay cocks Your .. The problem is that my cock, even our .. there seems to us that there is something wrong?!? ... just a little bit ..
After the dermatologist, at sunset, Food makes me do a around to see the beautiful villas on the hill above the mouth of the river .. Beautiful: some are abandoned, others for sale, others live, to see us climb on the gates, look in the middle of the railings, trying to understand what kind of people live by the objects in the gardens .. Entranced by the beauty of those mansions, I seemed to be 13 years old, I was inside a book Pasolini! Hustlers, given to me by my father for 17 years, with everything that is not that I liked it a lot ..
After the ride, feel-Food to go out to dinner - one of her friends but says he can not move and reach home. When we got home we opened his father (she's shower ..) and keep him company while he eats, he had never seen, let alone me ... When she arrives in the living room tells us that tonight, however, must come out with a guy. His father, heard this news e vedendo le nostre facce, la sgrida e le dice che non ci si comporta così, non è buona educazione.. lei protesta per un p'o poi chiama due sue amiche e si va fuori tutti insieme (senza il tipo..).
Mangiamo (bene) in una specie di discotechina e ad un certo punto succede una cosa che -per forza- mi colpisce. La tipa (sempre la stessa, tale Brenda!) si macchia la gonna. E' seduta di fronte a me... con estrema naturalezza prende il suo tovagliolo di carta, afferra il mio bicchiere pieno d'acqua che avevo in mano mentre stavo bevendo, ci infila il suo "fazzollo di cartone" (non lo bagna, ce lo infila dentro) e prova a smacchiarsi.. Sarà che sono un pò snob, ma vi assicuro che prima di bere -comunque- ho pensato (ridendo) to what she had just made ..
The evening 'and then spun smooth up to 6, with me Board and that we did pull in half (at that time ....) by a small group of gay teens (Brenda & friends were gone in the meantime) .. When they have tried to take us to another place to dance we were able to return to independent thought and action and go home .. Sunday, 11/27/2005
Mary, the sister of Food, arrived this morning from Italy. Board to fetch at the airport had to pass by the house of his aunt at 9:00 to take the car. We woke up at 9:30 with his aunt, who incessantly intercoms. It pissed off black. He catches a good scolding, then we go towards Ezaiza. Towards
at 15:00 we go to eat in San Telmo, a neighborhood of a colorful and impressive vitality. It is full of children running around and you smile: really we're not accustomed to sharing our space with children (with all that we seem to be an endangered species, the system rejects them, which we are immersed inn- in every sense-), is a big shame .. and we are the first to lose. Siqamo in a delightful restaurant with nearly a dozen tables in dark wood, covered with some classic blue and white checkered tablecloths. Apeese the walls are many pictures in black and white, sepia toned other, depicting actors, dancers, tango, Argentinian singers of the '50s and '60s. There is also the photo of 'world champion Estudiantes 1968. Fabulous, and all faces are incredible heroes. Very nicely talk a bit with the owner reminding him that a year later they tried again but found themselves against the great Milan Rocco. Obviously I was not yet checked out on this world, but that victory, however, I feel. The great power of football .. Between bife de chorizo \u200b\u200b(or lomo, I forget), Food and Maria begin to "discuss" about their father (long since separated from his mother), defending him, you attack. I am there in the middle .. In theory, the fact should have at least embarrass, to be honest but I felt calm. I found the picture almost normal family (Fortunately I have not had these problems), because of their affection for words transpired both parental figures. Before leaving for a month I did practice with two lawyers (female) Crasti really dealing with family law. Although in no time I had the opportunity to begin to understand the absolute difficulty diriuscire to lead in terms of right or wrong behavior of both parents. At the same time, the undeniable disadvantages and difficulties that inevitably reflects on the children (especially children). I realize star oversimplifying the issue, but I think so, there is nothing to do .. When two people are separated and have children .. these are ultimi le figure deboli, é a loro che deve correre il primo pensiero di quelli che comunque rimarranno la loro mamma e il loro papá. Ogni tanto i genitori sono capaci di capire la situazione, altre volte si comportano come adolescenti che tramite i figli si fanno i dispettini l'un l'altro. Non so perché dico tutto questo.. Sí, fgorse per spiegare il grado di (triste) normalitá ed ineluttabiltá di certe situazioni.
Finito di mangiare andiamo su una terrazza a berci un mate. Fa un caldo torrido, é come se ci fossero 40° (io tra l'altro.. non soffro il caldo.. no..). Sudo (strano!!) ininterrottamente per 2 ore, vado almeno 7, 8 volte in bagno a darmi una sciacquata, anche se ció mi da sollievo per pochi secondi, No more. In this situation of apparent difficulties come two French (one of which, Sylvie, pretty and a great way to do) and a beret (this Andreu, very sympathetic). Arrives Munir, a typical Argentine gnoccone like the ugly Italian (high, thick, black hair, sculpted abdomen, tattooed, a little "alternative"), a type that when I arrived I see every day and with whom there decisamenmte "buena onda". They all seem a bit worried about my state (think of being at a table with a guy that very red sweat gutter), change 2 or 3 times table in search of a shadow or a wind that is not there, then go home of the two Frenchmen. It is delicious: 2 small planes, a small patio with a hammock, all colored and a level of hygiene that borders on zero. I do not have time to compliment, saying "lindissimo!" Which is a cockroach than a pound on the foot of the girl starts screaming like a madman. Now ... Shit! But if you stink beetles (there are so many crushed here and there), keep the house clean, do not say-but at least decent ... and I assure you that I'm not a maniac order. We look forward to talking about all evening (South America, manu chau, bush, recipes, terrorism) and drinking beer with everything that I, sitting on the floor leaning back on his hands, I was careful to prevent further incursions "enemy."
I did not think this was a situation of "extreme" but surely .. so .. remarkable, really. Monday SREA instead I saw something far more "hard". I am in a beautiful and large house on Avenida de Mayo, where he lives an unknown number of boys and girls (at least a dozen). It's got to open up a girl with a vibrator stuck in his belt fluorescent (the show me and Vitto fun!). Loud music, three girls who dance by themselves, kids who have now taken the shape of the sofa where they may, chico sleeping naked on a hammock stretched to high ground in a balcony, Munir (guest) on a mattress on another balcony, a guy staring thirty-nine, in a destroyed room, which two years trying to build a new tool musicale (per farmelo sentire si mette a suonare "la partita di pallone" di Rita Pavone!!), altra gente sbattuta qua e lá e intorno e per terra una miriade di bottiglie vuote, cicche spente, vestiti, giornali vecchi e cd's... Non mi ha mai dato fastidio il casino, peró per spiegarmi, mi fa un certo effetto vedere la gente che scenera per terra in casa propria. Detto questo, devo dire che sono stati gentilissimi con me, mi hanno offerto mate e gelato e mi hanno datoanche qualche utile consiglio su dove andare.. purtroppo il prox 7.12 fanno una festa in casa (mi ha detto Vitto che sono memorabili), non ci saró... si fanno chiamare "la familia de Mayo", sicuramente me li ricorderó!
Martedi 29.11.05
Il caro Vitto, .. he always decides to make an Italian dinner at home. Menu: bruschetta, pizza, pasta, fruit salad. We will be twenty: over AluI and his sister, Munir involved (always a good mood), Andreu, Laura and Christie (a colleague of his internship with Nación), the sister of Christie (in the good food is in love), Laura ( a friend of Laura-sorry ilgiuoco of words), John (a director of photography who emigrated here from Italy in search of work), Loli (Dining with a girlfriend of a bad ass!) and some guys family de Mayo. It's a little effect to see them in a luxurious and clean apartment. I say clean because there's even a lady who comes every day to make housekeeping. is really very nice and polite, with an elegance all of South America. Last Saturday I got up there and Dining late (after the first Pearl Jam concert, we went for a drink first, then-at 4:20 - we went to a university party) and we were not in form .. had to see his face, told us "do not worry! I've done 4 last night" .. The strange thing is that the lady has at least sixty years ... the Tornado familia de Mayo, it must be said however that none of them seem out of place: there is a wonderful atmosphere. You can dance good and very much appreciated (!) Music (one of my last compilation, made known a girl for a dinner in Amsterdam during un'indimnticabile vacanzina in camper con "i ragazzi"), si scherza, alcuni ci provano con le tipe, si ride (...), si beve (tanto). Ad un certo punto mi ritrovo a parlare con Andreu della situazione nei Paesi baschi: in poco piú di mezz'ora ci facciamo fuori bicchiere dopo bicchiere 2 bocce da 1 litro di cerveza. É fatta (..."É".., siamo..). Una ragazza dell'Avenida de Mayo prende la chitar5ra e inizia a cantare una spassosissima versione di Let it be adattata a Guia T, la guida tipo stradario di Buenos Aires, e qualche canzone dai ritmi sudamericani. Dato che l'atmosfera é decisamente allegra, non so come, iniziano a prendermi per il culo per la mia passione per Bruce Springsteen (Vitto ha fatto l'infame..). Porca Vacca!! anche a piú di 10000 km di distanza!! Le battute si sprecano, fino a darmi del "fottuto yankee" (...a me?!?!), poi sempre ridendo (ancora per colpa di Vitto) mi danno la chitarra dicendomi di suonargli qualcosa del "Boss, Yeah!!" (facendomi anche le smorfie e canticchiando Born in the U.S.A.). Ho avuto uno scatto d'orgoglio.. di brucie non ci ho suonato nulla peró facendo qualcosa dei Pearl Jam e dei Creedence ci siamo divertiti facendo e ripetendo mille volte i ritornelli.
La situazione si é fatta via via piú allegra con gente che faceva flessioni sugli stipiti delle porte, altri che facevano la candela contro il muro (in maniera assai goffa), gare di capriole, tipi (Giovanni in particolare) che facevano sempre with the most beautiful girls, someone tried to play hide and so much good humor. At about 3:00 then we went out ..
Really ... a nice night.
Ps pity that the pasta with saffron and zucchini, which was to be the highlight of the evening, so too did suck too salqata. ... No! I was not put salt IOA!
sulla strada per Montevideo 01.12.05
Ho appena riletto la prima pagina di diario scritta: non e' che mi faccia impazzire.. A dire il vero ci sono anche degli errori di punteggiatura, ma penso che la prima caraatteristica di un diario debba essere la spontaneita'.. mettersi li' correcting, adjusting, shaping, try to make sure that it is the most 'pleasant as possible would mean distorting it. That 's just the diary of a 27 year old around South America (almeno..) That-as they live, know, feel-writes. Nothing more '.
are by bus to Montevideo (22:30), second from bottom on the left (facing the driver) by the window. Upon arriving at the bus terminal, I thought of going to the south, Puerto Madryn, where in this period should start to see the whales .. There were no seats for tonight (there are 20 hours away), I changed my destination. I wanted to see whales, more 'than anything else' cause I had seen a subspecies in peimissimi day of January of 1998 by beach of Mondello in Palermo, would be a way so '.. meet again for something that 'inside me, but that' I do not want time to explain. I'll just make 'a few months with killer whales, penguins and sea lions .. Patagonia definitely time to go there. Actually I asked the fate .. I pulled a coin three times: a cross-ready the next day head-start for Uruguay. Three times, and 'come head .. here I am. Simple, no?
Well .. how to describe these eight days (or rather, eight nights) in Buenos Aires? Intense? Definitely. As mentioned previously, to live with food has left me little time to myself, 'was a great Cicero, Cicero but of those that I like .. He did not show churches or museums, no .. showed me the life (and what a life ..) here. E 'was really delicious. Some scenes: Thursday 24/11/2005
We go to the train station near his house (Arroyo 860) and wait for the train that takes us to San Isidro. The train has not arrived and as usual the line of people formed at the entrances (there are signs on the ground), just like every parada bus. It's really strange. You know in England or Ireland, when all are put in single file to take public transport (surface)? Here, the same thing happens here. But what the heck! The people here makes surfing on the bus (I swear, Sunday at 19:00 the bus were returning from a game for granted Milan-Siena football kind, third-league and each had at least a dozen young and do not you surf! not to mention what you see at night ..), go in the car as if they were playing the Playstation side of bouncing in the side, each bus earns for himself '- vying for those who arrive first at the parade, scoured and putting across -street, in4 be running, but ... to take the bus (or train) all in order of arrival ... Up .. objectively strange stride with the rest. If you put in order of age or height, I'd understand, I would find more enjoyable and certainly more Latin! Oh well .. Pardon the digression.
arrive in San Isidro, a beautiful neighborhood a little outside the (Baires is huge, and five times more Roma), Quadras do a bit of running (race but true) and we get from her dietician. These are 20:15, the sign outside says closing h 20:00. We ask (ask) if there is still time and the girl says that much time is something only the indicative (that's Latin ..). Food comes in, out, pay. Pays 15 pesos for a seat by the dietitian. Now .. Before leaving, I was the dermatologist: for charity, a nice lady, kind, for good .. for 20-minute visit, a recipe and a pimple (it) I paid 150 Iuri crushed. How many are 15 pesos? € 4. Now ... anything goes .. How the heck is this possible?? Can you tell me what you want "We in Italy, not in Argentina, "" Who knows that you went to the dermatologist! "(a normal girl, fairground)" shall be a dietitian in Buenos Aires "(with all that is thinner than 20 pounds and moves) .. Yes. occhei ... .. but 150 compared to 4 in Argentina 1 peso has the same purchasing power of € 1. I repeat: not 150 vs 50 or 40 or 30 or 20 .. 150 vs. NO 4. If you are okay cocks Your .. The problem is that my cock, even our .. there seems to us that there is something wrong?!? ... just a little bit ..
After the dermatologist, at sunset, Food makes me do a around to see the beautiful villas on the hill above the mouth of the river .. Beautiful: some are abandoned, others for sale, others live, to see us climb on the gates, look in the middle of the railings, trying to understand what kind of people live by the objects in the gardens .. Entranced by the beauty of those mansions, I seemed to be 13 years old, I was inside a book Pasolini! Hustlers, given to me by my father for 17 years, with everything that is not that I liked it a lot ..
After the ride, feel-Food to go out to dinner - one of her friends but says he can not move and reach home. When we got home we opened his father (she's shower ..) and keep him company while he eats, he had never seen, let alone me ... When she arrives in the living room tells us that tonight, however, must come out with a guy. His father, heard this news e vedendo le nostre facce, la sgrida e le dice che non ci si comporta così, non è buona educazione.. lei protesta per un p'o poi chiama due sue amiche e si va fuori tutti insieme (senza il tipo..).
Mangiamo (bene) in una specie di discotechina e ad un certo punto succede una cosa che -per forza- mi colpisce. La tipa (sempre la stessa, tale Brenda!) si macchia la gonna. E' seduta di fronte a me... con estrema naturalezza prende il suo tovagliolo di carta, afferra il mio bicchiere pieno d'acqua che avevo in mano mentre stavo bevendo, ci infila il suo "fazzollo di cartone" (non lo bagna, ce lo infila dentro) e prova a smacchiarsi.. Sarà che sono un pò snob, ma vi assicuro che prima di bere -comunque- ho pensato (ridendo) to what she had just made ..
The evening 'and then spun smooth up to 6, with me Board and that we did pull in half (at that time ....) by a small group of gay teens (Brenda & friends were gone in the meantime) .. When they have tried to take us to another place to dance we were able to return to independent thought and action and go home .. Sunday, 11/27/2005
Mary, the sister of Food, arrived this morning from Italy. Board to fetch at the airport had to pass by the house of his aunt at 9:00 to take the car. We woke up at 9:30 with his aunt, who incessantly intercoms. It pissed off black. He catches a good scolding, then we go towards Ezaiza. Towards
at 15:00 we go to eat in San Telmo, a neighborhood of a colorful and impressive vitality. It is full of children running around and you smile: really we're not accustomed to sharing our space with children (with all that we seem to be an endangered species, the system rejects them, which we are immersed inn- in every sense-), is a big shame .. and we are the first to lose. Siqamo in a delightful restaurant with nearly a dozen tables in dark wood, covered with some classic blue and white checkered tablecloths. Apeese the walls are many pictures in black and white, sepia toned other, depicting actors, dancers, tango, Argentinian singers of the '50s and '60s. There is also the photo of 'world champion Estudiantes 1968. Fabulous, and all faces are incredible heroes. Very nicely talk a bit with the owner reminding him that a year later they tried again but found themselves against the great Milan Rocco. Obviously I was not yet checked out on this world, but that victory, however, I feel. The great power of football .. Between bife de chorizo \u200b\u200b(or lomo, I forget), Food and Maria begin to "discuss" about their father (long since separated from his mother), defending him, you attack. I am there in the middle .. In theory, the fact should have at least embarrass, to be honest but I felt calm. I found the picture almost normal family (Fortunately I have not had these problems), because of their affection for words transpired both parental figures. Before leaving for a month I did practice with two lawyers (female) Crasti really dealing with family law. Although in no time I had the opportunity to begin to understand the absolute difficulty diriuscire to lead in terms of right or wrong behavior of both parents. At the same time, the undeniable disadvantages and difficulties that inevitably reflects on the children (especially children). I realize star oversimplifying the issue, but I think so, there is nothing to do .. When two people are separated and have children .. these are ultimi le figure deboli, é a loro che deve correre il primo pensiero di quelli che comunque rimarranno la loro mamma e il loro papá. Ogni tanto i genitori sono capaci di capire la situazione, altre volte si comportano come adolescenti che tramite i figli si fanno i dispettini l'un l'altro. Non so perché dico tutto questo.. Sí, fgorse per spiegare il grado di (triste) normalitá ed ineluttabiltá di certe situazioni.
Finito di mangiare andiamo su una terrazza a berci un mate. Fa un caldo torrido, é come se ci fossero 40° (io tra l'altro.. non soffro il caldo.. no..). Sudo (strano!!) ininterrottamente per 2 ore, vado almeno 7, 8 volte in bagno a darmi una sciacquata, anche se ció mi da sollievo per pochi secondi, No more. In this situation of apparent difficulties come two French (one of which, Sylvie, pretty and a great way to do) and a beret (this Andreu, very sympathetic). Arrives Munir, a typical Argentine gnoccone like the ugly Italian (high, thick, black hair, sculpted abdomen, tattooed, a little "alternative"), a type that when I arrived I see every day and with whom there decisamenmte "buena onda". They all seem a bit worried about my state (think of being at a table with a guy that very red sweat gutter), change 2 or 3 times table in search of a shadow or a wind that is not there, then go home of the two Frenchmen. It is delicious: 2 small planes, a small patio with a hammock, all colored and a level of hygiene that borders on zero. I do not have time to compliment, saying "lindissimo!" Which is a cockroach than a pound on the foot of the girl starts screaming like a madman. Now ... Shit! But if you stink beetles (there are so many crushed here and there), keep the house clean, do not say-but at least decent ... and I assure you that I'm not a maniac order. We look forward to talking about all evening (South America, manu chau, bush, recipes, terrorism) and drinking beer with everything that I, sitting on the floor leaning back on his hands, I was careful to prevent further incursions "enemy."
I did not think this was a situation of "extreme" but surely .. so .. remarkable, really. Monday SREA instead I saw something far more "hard". I am in a beautiful and large house on Avenida de Mayo, where he lives an unknown number of boys and girls (at least a dozen). It's got to open up a girl with a vibrator stuck in his belt fluorescent (the show me and Vitto fun!). Loud music, three girls who dance by themselves, kids who have now taken the shape of the sofa where they may, chico sleeping naked on a hammock stretched to high ground in a balcony, Munir (guest) on a mattress on another balcony, a guy staring thirty-nine, in a destroyed room, which two years trying to build a new tool musicale (per farmelo sentire si mette a suonare "la partita di pallone" di Rita Pavone!!), altra gente sbattuta qua e lá e intorno e per terra una miriade di bottiglie vuote, cicche spente, vestiti, giornali vecchi e cd's... Non mi ha mai dato fastidio il casino, peró per spiegarmi, mi fa un certo effetto vedere la gente che scenera per terra in casa propria. Detto questo, devo dire che sono stati gentilissimi con me, mi hanno offerto mate e gelato e mi hanno datoanche qualche utile consiglio su dove andare.. purtroppo il prox 7.12 fanno una festa in casa (mi ha detto Vitto che sono memorabili), non ci saró... si fanno chiamare "la familia de Mayo", sicuramente me li ricorderó!
Martedi 29.11.05
Il caro Vitto, .. he always decides to make an Italian dinner at home. Menu: bruschetta, pizza, pasta, fruit salad. We will be twenty: over AluI and his sister, Munir involved (always a good mood), Andreu, Laura and Christie (a colleague of his internship with Nación), the sister of Christie (in the good food is in love), Laura ( a friend of Laura-sorry ilgiuoco of words), John (a director of photography who emigrated here from Italy in search of work), Loli (Dining with a girlfriend of a bad ass!) and some guys family de Mayo. It's a little effect to see them in a luxurious and clean apartment. I say clean because there's even a lady who comes every day to make housekeeping. is really very nice and polite, with an elegance all of South America. Last Saturday I got up there and Dining late (after the first Pearl Jam concert, we went for a drink first, then-at 4:20 - we went to a university party) and we were not in form .. had to see his face, told us "do not worry! I've done 4 last night" .. The strange thing is that the lady has at least sixty years ... the Tornado familia de Mayo, it must be said however that none of them seem out of place: there is a wonderful atmosphere. You can dance good and very much appreciated (!) Music (one of my last compilation, made known a girl for a dinner in Amsterdam during un'indimnticabile vacanzina in camper con "i ragazzi"), si scherza, alcuni ci provano con le tipe, si ride (...), si beve (tanto). Ad un certo punto mi ritrovo a parlare con Andreu della situazione nei Paesi baschi: in poco piú di mezz'ora ci facciamo fuori bicchiere dopo bicchiere 2 bocce da 1 litro di cerveza. É fatta (..."É".., siamo..). Una ragazza dell'Avenida de Mayo prende la chitar5ra e inizia a cantare una spassosissima versione di Let it be adattata a Guia T, la guida tipo stradario di Buenos Aires, e qualche canzone dai ritmi sudamericani. Dato che l'atmosfera é decisamente allegra, non so come, iniziano a prendermi per il culo per la mia passione per Bruce Springsteen (Vitto ha fatto l'infame..). Porca Vacca!! anche a piú di 10000 km di distanza!! Le battute si sprecano, fino a darmi del "fottuto yankee" (...a me?!?!), poi sempre ridendo (ancora per colpa di Vitto) mi danno la chitarra dicendomi di suonargli qualcosa del "Boss, Yeah!!" (facendomi anche le smorfie e canticchiando Born in the U.S.A.). Ho avuto uno scatto d'orgoglio.. di brucie non ci ho suonato nulla peró facendo qualcosa dei Pearl Jam e dei Creedence ci siamo divertiti facendo e ripetendo mille volte i ritornelli.
La situazione si é fatta via via piú allegra con gente che faceva flessioni sugli stipiti delle porte, altri che facevano la candela contro il muro (in maniera assai goffa), gare di capriole, tipi (Giovanni in particolare) che facevano sempre with the most beautiful girls, someone tried to play hide and so much good humor. At about 3:00 then we went out ..
Really ... a nice night.
Ps pity that the pasta with saffron and zucchini, which was to be the highlight of the evening, so too did suck too salqata. ... No! I was not put salt IOA!
Tomorrow I will wake up in Uruguay (no! I will wake up the police at the border), surely will be different .. a little more travel, a little less holiday.
Ah! Pearl Jam did not Baba'o 'Riley .. The concerts were amazing, the stadium was packed and behind the stage (put on the long side of the field) were of high residential buildings on the balconies where there were whole families who were dancing, you know those few stadiums in Italy where there are houses around where people watch the games? I like to go crazy, let alone here with Pearl Jam playing! Below, the lawn was a pit ... but a real pit, energy much! The second day, there in the middle, while Jeremy, I had low blood pressure do not know what caused .. I went down in a tooth that was hurting and I started to preoccupation. I went to get a sandwich and a Fanta and I reached back to others. Two days later I went to the dentist who told me not to worry that there was nothing wrong .. So I can also say that he went to the dentist Buenos Aires!
Last Kiss ... why? Why Pearl Jam have played as the first and the second night of a concert began with the same version CASTILLAN shot a thousand from the speakers (a bit like Once Upon a Time in the West before the entry of the E street in Milan Saturday, June 28, 2003). Last Kiss is a song from the early years of the Cochran sixty (perhaps '58) and although the text has nothing to do, qundo that night, I heard it was a bit like a premonition. A necessary condition for living up to, as hard as possible and without regrets, this trip. One last, small and affectionate kiss and fell into another unknown in the world. Forse viaggiare insegna anche questo.
Uruguay.. I'm comin' on to you!!
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