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URBE ROME: In the mythical Bar that stands at the exit of Termini, the heroic and witty and Mauro Gianni , even if proven by the heat wave drenched afternoon a day with a minimum of 38 degrees , found themselves in the back of the bar-liquor store, a bottle of the beloved. Il Barista, in demand for souvenir photos, promptly attacked the jingle of "male without scraping whiskey ..." willingly entrust to the history of this blog. In the photo, note the laying of the mystical-ecstatic Gianni, who, with eyes closed, enjoying the reminder!
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Crespellano, a dusty provincial bar. Outside, only the cicadas. Inside, the hum of a fan sick in the twilight of a long counter. Lies perhaps from time immemorial, in a straw basket filled with colorful bottles, the unmistakable shape of the angular Vat 69 format "Smurf" almost impossible to find in his edition square. "She" called me greedy while sipping a carbonated water (smooth) ice. "I want to all!" intimate elderly owner. She - the first surprise - but then gleefully, looking. But for now Reel with half body inside a large cardboard in the back dark, we must soon admit that the only copy miraculously escaped, that's what the trash. What now stands as my most proud relic on my desk. Get this, asinazzi seekers as well as the suburbs!
Crespellano, a dusty provincial bar. Outside, only the cicadas. Inside, the hum of a fan sick in the twilight of a long counter. Lies perhaps from time immemorial, in a straw basket filled with colorful bottles, the unmistakable shape of the angular Vat 69 format "Smurf" almost impossible to find in his edition square. "She" called me greedy while sipping a carbonated water (smooth) ice. "I want to all!" intimate elderly owner. She - the first surprise - but then gleefully, looking. But for now Reel with half body inside a large cardboard in the back dark, we must soon admit that the only copy miraculously escaped, that's what the trash. What now stands as my most proud relic on my desk. Get this, asinazzi seekers as well as the suburbs!
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