Gas Stove Takes Forever To Heat

EIGHT WORDS (listening to last.fm): distant sincere (from my friend Alex Britti) superman, baby, revolution (from Baby Revolution Gianluca Grignani) perfume, legal (This is also from south of Rino Gaetano) photo (from Under The Sun by Francesco Baccini).


The girl was sitting on the bench thinking to his business. He wore a red shirt with written on it in no uncertain terms: "Viva la Revolución!", A long gypsy skirt, slippers and flip-flops to his knees holding a bag supported ethnic, from which protruded the corner of a magazine. He was wearing a strange exotic perfume, the boy heard him even though he was a few feet away. A good fragrance, with a strange aftertaste, something he already knew, but was unable to focus.
Charles was in the park because he had to meet someone, such a Korda86 contacted on the Internet, to buy something very important. But meanwhile the guy did not show up, what harm was there to try with her? It was so cute!
-I? - Asked for a little 'clumsy. She roused herself from her fantasies, and he just nodded.
Ah, the rooster tried. -You too like the punk of the seventies?
-Eh? You have the
-shirt Viva La Revolution by The Adicts! Also I like, you've never heard Jelly Baby? Splits, n'èvvero? The girl looked a bit 'dazed, then understood and laughed.
-Look, it says Viva la Revolución! E 'English, not English, then turned to show him the back of the shirt, which was printed a photograph of Che Guevara, the famous one with the beret.
Ah-...- he gasped. Now hopes to impress were far away. -To be honest I do not mean much ... you know, I was always interested in politics than the music ... oh well, sorry, now that I'm going to meet someone ... What
-person?
-A that has to sell me something ... - the boy became vague, hoping with all himself that he wanted to deepen the pretty activist.
-Look - she suggested, with mischievous eyes - I can sell you the one thing. Just to agree on price.
Charles fell out, however: God, and now he wanted to sell this here? It's not that angelic little face that was in fact a no-good? Maybe it was one of those, and he had not understood why, as everyone said, was always distracted. And that strange smell that he could not define ... want to see that it was simply reeks of spinel? Only he was able to board a hooker who deals grass in the park, and think that he left the house with the most innocent intentions in the world.
-stammered-No ... purple-... I have to buy something legal ...
And then she burst out with laughter, tears that came out from the corners of the eyes. Do not sell mica-
the kryptonite - clear, amused embarrassment of Charles. He pulled from his bag
ethnic magazine peeping, and gave it opened under his nose. Superman was the old edition.
- Number 32 - Charles whispered - the last to finish my collection ...
Yes, but it will cost you more than what we had said, made it clear Korda86 making him a wink .- At least one invitation to dinner ...