Compendium half-seriously to the knowledge of the city of Johannesburg and the South African people.
Jozi, June 22, 2010
stars fall
then it is true and I do not know if I will go where
do not know if I deserve it or not if
will correct the effects of nuclear
my fault if I can find the courage to call you tomorrow
and more and more I'll be away from you ...
Samuele Bersani, Replay
spring day here in Jo'burg.
clear skies, mild temperatures.
IBC Exit late in the evening after a day full of ups and downs.
High refer to the previous evening. Party with colleagues, laughter, a few beers that washes also dislikes the daily. Then as a
Alpine stage, here are the first hills. From there one way over the pass only for short distances, while the matches are treated and the editorial policies Anglo questionable demolish self-esteem of the poor statistics, bound hand and foot by those who tend to keep and not to build.
frankly embarrassing. Before the French. Then the British. In the midst of me.
I with my numbers. Someone reading the smile approach (RB is for you, ndr) but feel connected to something tangible, inevitably gives you security.
... And I like the clarity, logic. Yes, a number or positive or negative ... I do not like the middle ground .*
the anniversary of a statistic repeated like a litany always the same, my quick safety flee to other shores.
Impacts and sold
A small plastic pizza served in a greasy cardboard. An American beer.
dine while the French go home. Maybe
happen to us, but the joint pain in this case, it pays.
Troisi: "... it is held iccorna ..."
Arena: "Look at the horns to keep you too ...".
Troisi, "Yeah, okay ... that got to do? But to me, the horns Your cchiù make me laugh ... ".**
not Domenech shakes hands with Parreira arguing incomprehensible. Raymond
no exceptions. If he can do or say nonsense, rest assured that will do it.
South Africa wins, but not enough for the first time in World Cup history, the host country does not exceed the qualifying round.
Here, for the locals, it's all over. Everything returns to normal.
The van takes me back to the hotel, while I see men who light fires along the road to face the cold night, some sirens echo in the distance and at least for this night, the silent vuvuzelas.
* White, director Nanni Moretti (1984)
** Do not stop, The Smorfia, Cabaret (1977)
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