Minneapolis, University Avenue a wind at 30 degrees below zero / empty squares against the undisputed bell / at times like gunfire / disintegrate the snowdrifts. University Avenue, straight line from Saint Paul to Minneapolis for ten miles, the prospect seems Nevsky in St. Petersburg and Franco Battiato. The sky is gray to the flakes of snow that the wind stirs. Some mornings you do not see more than ten meters. Further, the colors are electric, white is blinding, but the air was stifling and the frost breath against the scarf. And we who until three days ago we worried about the greenhouse effect and look forward to the conference opened as a result of snowmelt. We chicks. We alarmist environmentalists. We fancazzisti hedonists, to quote Sarti, who had hoped to skip the event the day of testing. We wake up at seven to get upwind in college and not feel the feet, hands and throat, while an old smug talk about the alarm and returned, statistics in hand, we rincuorerà on the severity of the cold. The locals go around dressed like us in the fall or spring: the neoacquisto Jake, minneapolitano thoroughbred, faces the storm with woolen sweater and hat, in the short-sleeved t-shirt that shows off every time he pulls out something from the oven Lab. The velvet jacket is a classy winter head and short skirt can be worn with ordinary nylon stockings. The other virago-night I saw girls out of the pool in sandals and trot to the bus (and win Olympic medals in a decade will change sex). Vision even managed to photograph Lisitskij sarebbre. To emphasize the importance of the season, the streets appeared yellow blue campaign posters antisuicidio with life-saving advice "if you feel depressed, call a doctor" and pictures of suicide with year of birth and death. When I asked an opinion of his friend and team captain Mark H *****, the response was "I knew him," followed by a nod to the pitiful picture, as if to say "and if no one with that s'ammazza face ... " then move on to tell me that he once played against a selection young Italian who lined up to attack the great promise in Russian. I replied that I have often played against Anthony Lopetuso, friends and enemies PETUS Lopez, son of the concierge of the house Lulu Oliveira, the great promise of the district lost in the smoke and Teletutto. Deepening the campaign is over so antisuicidio and lucky around here take it lightly because the number of annual deaths is competing in northern Europe. The velvet jacket, the jokes about suicide, talks on global warming scam I do think it is a way to exorcise the winter. At the supermarket are watermelons, cherries, strawberries and peaches. The organization of sports is almost half unchanged, the football field is used for field hockey. People are jogging and is able to breathe. The municipality has launched the next weekend the carnival fun in the snow for kids who want to take the bronchopneumonia. My neighbor has a cloth covered with statues of Our Lady, the dwarf, lion and deer, gathering around a light snow to prevent the flood. In essence, was a pagan ritual in the garden. The people who come from outside the hood can be recognized and turns that wrap a scarf around his neck. I chose the look of Hamas in the picture, I am preparing for the Intifada, nor for the attack to the sound Papa, I'm only going for shopping. I plan to buy the watermelon look for the cream and maraschino or exorcise the arrival of winter with a general summer dish. Forecasts say that the peak is yet to come, and the minimum temperature will drop to -40 ° C. From home, in two layers of blankets and heating with a maximum, I want to celebrate the record with a cool cocktail. Now I will have something to tell my grandchildren for Christmas dinner. Now I will go ahead as Peppino Prisco years to put my Russian campaign in every speech, supports the importance of my point of view of the fact that I caught a cold as a young man. Me too. And they are not white chick on the beach of Militello.
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