I am already in Palermo, because I believe in change.
And I'll say this without irony, nibbling at a stigghiola Vucciria market.
I had sick and tired of the chaos the media, friends bulicci right threatening suicide, the son of Bondi that no longer knows which way to turn, that your children have learned to swim in shit for twenty years where we drown indecorously .
Here, in the brothel Garraffello colored square, this quadrilateral excited in the middle of the Cassaro, the fish that attract my attention are relatives of the late Paul and sardines and deliscano before you start.
Here is life, blood, screaming, breath, sweat, tension. Real stuff.
I rejoice in Palermo. It 's a city with controcazzi, believe me. This is Italy I want, not the Brianza or Rome, which moreover was conquered by the Brianza. The Sicilians
I like, and even if they prefer to Sticchi Ciolli, do not you ever say in your face, why be proud of a cliché is not free from them and spend an offense is firing blanks as to who has bothered the Your mugghiera. Here I am
cleans, does not bother (I'm stupid mica), and I drink a little, oh well, I saw some shooting. But this
mica do I have to say by force, eh?
Let's talk about football instead. The Palermo is a veteran of the Russian campaign, this Champions League if they pull it all when the win and then not shit if anyone. I had a companion of the school that suffered the strange fate. But she was no apparent reason, had long hair, blacks and strong tits in the vicinity of the areola. Mica one or two were so many! Wicked and wild tufts that might seem entangled and knotted to death! Needed to see him but the grass antierezione, horrified and run away to stay away. Word of mouth was not working, if you tried to call a classmate had told her that he thought that because you did not fire. So she, who inexplicably did not intervene with special shears, you unleashed sixteen centimeters language cured in the mouth and the most beautiful, sparapam! The
capel-zzoli!
But here there is little to understand and get excited ... you probably think is too difficult to casual and get to the bottom, as it did last year, Atletico Madrid, and bet on the championship, you hope to get the preliminaries of Champions League, without pickled tongue, leave immediately and go back to Europe League.
Ah, sweet Gasperini problems as long as there will not have. He solves them at the root of these problems and has no hairs, no tits, not even on the tongue.
But I'm not here to sterile polemics. I'm fine, I'm calm, in Palermo. Hospitable place where they do not know what the Caroni but you have Syrah. Fifteen degrees and windy spring, I feel that it will be the turning point. Meanwhile Kaladze became the owner until the end of the season, then the physical condition of those still alive are growing and Toni wants to go back to scoring.
will see that is not the common so the first portion of the Genoa game, which then goes under and can not recover. It will be a lot of time, was the first gasperiniana of Pleistocene Crotone. We will not make the end of the swordfish.
The brainwashing is basically as simple as that bloody sardines. Edo is Rubinho? I would say yes. Daines will be better than De Rosa? Frog is not worth five Masiello? Rafinha is or is not a good captain Rossi with his feet? And you want put this with Mimmo or Danielle Fabiano? Palacio with Rudolf or Leon? If Zuculini make the effort to become a beautiful and intelligent as Juric, we can easily repeat the fun the first year of the championship series A.
This will be the pressing of the game, I want it and feel it. The smell of sun-dried tomatoes
me away, like the fragrance of spices in the street sung by Yo Yo Mundi, which are good but the fucking fly r singer can not make me go down, it reminds me Mesto deployed wing.
But the smell of lemons, the thrill of cucuzzedde, these entrails of lamb coated eggplant or onions to the charcoal. Palermo played well, you're passionate about, and makes you enjoy a little 'casino. It 's a market square in gusts, passing, with Pastor seasons that things fresh and valuable, and Slovenes who are a bit' casino but that's OK too, with an audience of "abbanniati" a hoarse, without having to sell nothing.
us? Savoyards to Muscat, we risk making the dessert, which here if you will "come out" cannoli, we laugh with the sweet. We need to return camalli to think, to act by emigrants rice with the nails in his eyes. But who tells them to our children?
should be pressing, team should be short, counter-attack, fighting spirit.
Otherwise it will be the dance of the swordfish Vucciria. But at least I
I enjoyed Palermo.
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