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autumn leaves a baby at home and I sprintzerfuler


Scrinzerfuler today showed up in less obvious ways: a telegram!
my friend is really mad, but I'm beginning to wish him a good special.
beamed because he had been achieved (radiant and achieved a superb ... alliterazione) around dawn by the news of the birth of a new creature of shredders at home Spritzenfuler.

a parenthesis here is imposed: the sprintzerfuler are neighbors of scrinzerfuler a couple of generations and trusted voices that narrate some grass for their gardens adjacent intertwine and even give rise to soft daisies that neither one nor the others claim they would know since sprung up that ideal boundary that separates two properties.
that this continues.
sprintzerfuler have changed the last three generations ago and it is wrong to define the forerunner, since three generations is just crazy would have dared so much.
Mr. scrinzerfuler is the first of his generation, a new short, compared to sprintzerfuler.

info I asked my friend to a philologist who pointed out to me that in the name of sprintzerfuler is clearly visible next to the t zeta, which is devoid of the surname scrinzerfuler. the reason is due to the fact that a few generations ago the letters available to be used in the change of surname anagrammatist were more.
fuler refers to neutral, to fool the Anglo-Saxon tradition, the code book or Scrin means freedom, but freedom is written in full and scrinzini Scrinzi book is written. that language, needless to say, is the Scrinzi.
sorry for the off-piste, but I want to be a witness of the life of Mr. scrinzerfuler meticulous.
however, the contents of the telegram said

sprintzerfuler born baby in the house! fuler all the world celebrate the event by cooking in sweet baked a sponge cake and then cospargela icing sugar and giggling happily.
even today I am happy because I got to see the baby in a videoconference that as Scrin fuler prefix and suffix, greeted me by shaking her hand and fearing his first kotescrinzgaeshi.
only those who freely in and nice to each other out: we fuler know this.
all the best to the baby, which is but one of three in a row.

say a telegram ... joyful, just fuler in style, capable of great excess. a day in the well, the next day with the wings stolen from a rainbow.
au revoir
Doshu

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Gent.mo Mr. Scrinzerfuler,
thank you for the respect that is showing me posting on my little blog. she asks me and presses with its "Tell me, tell me," between the final and the ironic.
what can I say!
little thing, I do not have much to say: they are superficial, yes.
I like what is reflected on the surface. For example, today I went to take my parents to the sea and 550 km-made machine that is holding back the glare of the sun on the water at the end of the tunnel, the sky more clear, a kiss of alassio eaten in one bite and a coffee thick.
as you can see is just the surface. do not care to look me in my neighborhood or depths or crevasses: I do not.
I do not even have a story to tell, because the story now for me is all these small keys I'm pressing. understand me?
there is a before, let alone after, there is here and now, here and now. This is the area, wants nothing more, does not aspire to more.
know for me what is happiness? not wanting to be elsewhere.
I also want to be anything but me impose not want to be elsewhere.
in my (humble) opinion, his life is much tastier than mine.
you, Scrinzerfuler, it gives me the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a bay that is home to rugged handles that you turn into stories. Please
the discovery to continue. not be ashamed to be a scrinzerfuler in a world of Mr. Red. goes without saying that I do root for her, though still not allowed me to focus on his vision of the world.
scrinzerfuler perhaps because a vision has not. has many world views, one inside the other, like so many colorful matryoshkas, like so many rainbows that go hand in hand, as in the dance world of Matisse.
enough, I'll stop here. rather she I tell her "now" a significant moment, a fragment of life that allows me to think about before falling asleep.
we love only the things and people to whom we think before I sleep, the rest ends up in humid or plastics.
smile at her. His
Doshu