|the kids they don´t want to escape from palermo|
allien days: a woman stopped in front of me. she asked with a new rich erotic voice, if i have a permission to occupate public space? finally the first question after more than 350 days of the bancomat in 10 years and i answered for what? a mc donalds case of the garbage from the other side? the chair from the garbage of the other side? the table of the garbage from the other side and you know who throw the table in the garbage? elvis the butcher! he worked on this table to cut the meat in the 3rd family generation at the vucciria marked, the market that isn´t here anymore. i said that she has even really nice lips, big lips, but not my size to kiss. italian permissions oh my god!