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Bettina is scared of the squirrels, sometimes.
She swears they roar in the mornings from the top of the brick walls and with threatening eyes, they look at her while she is having breakfast in the living room.
I believe it.
She neither likes the cockroachs which fly in september time.
Neither do I.
What Betina most like are the sweet and cosy coffee shops. She will has one, maybe in Berlin, maybe in the south and it'll smell of cinnamon, books, ginger, theatre and good coffee.
She wants me to sing in there, but I'll only make it if my voice of cough still remains like now and if she lets me to sing slow revolutionary italian songs.
She swears they roar in the mornings from the top of the brick walls and with threatening eyes, they look at her while she is having breakfast in the living room.
I believe it.
She neither likes the cockroachs which fly in september time.
Neither do I.
What Betina most like are the sweet and cosy coffee shops. She will has one, maybe in Berlin, maybe in the south and it'll smell of cinnamon, books, ginger, theatre and good coffee.
She wants me to sing in there, but I'll only make it if my voice of cough still remains like now and if she lets me to sing slow revolutionary italian songs.
That's
the
deal
posted by Wadi @ 11:20 da tarde
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Today, when I entered Kelso Islands (the Island without foodstores),
a squirrel sat on the highest lantern on the crossing of the street and shouted at me.
It was quite confident, and I think it was a shout of revolution.
It asked me to join and wanted to have a coffee with me in our living room kitchen.
I hesitated.
It wanted to convince me and hummed an italian melody.
I was still suspicious.
"what's your name?", I asked.
"Ciao bella, my name is Adriano!"
I was puzzled, but then I got it.
These squirrels are spying on us.
They want our coffee and our songs,
our cinnamon and our bettabuyTuna.
I won't let them in.
We have to take care.
something is going on.
Don't trust them.
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