still alive after the slow nostalgic trip.
though he already had symptoms of post-prandial diarrhea that catches me when I eat the shit of the bar in the square.
but it's stronger than me.
I eat the veal with tuna sauce, which is a bit 'like Luisona Benni.
slices of meat covered with sauce, canned tuna, capers adorned with low luck filled / loaded with acid and vinegar.
take the slice, and each time the round with a shudder of perversion I find a color that turns to turquoise.
and eat.
one after the other.
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