Favella 3000 From: "Who he remembered? "
Small note - because of language too naive at times we felt the need to make minor changes to the original text, while keeping intact lo spirito dell’autore.
Sono trascorsi tre anni dal mio arrivo su quest’isola che credevo deserta.
Come faccio a saperlo? Di solito facevo la ceretta una volta a settimana, ora adotto metodi meno civili, ma a conti fatti saranno tre anni.
Mi sembra ieri, quando me ne stavo tranquillo a far risplendere il mio corpo oliato sul ponte della nave.
Poi, l’esplosione.
Abbiamo iniziato ad imbarcare acqua ed il resto è stato esattamente come quel documentario con Leonardo Di Caprio, o forse non era un documentario.
“Si salvi chi può” è un inno alla vita, più della lampada solare, più dell’happy hour, più del calcio…vabbé, perhaps more than football but the point was to survive and I thought 'I can. " Now I can say that
sopravvivei, sopravvicqui, sopravvivissi ... erm ... I'm alive.
Just when everything was over, the ship sank, people sucked, the sharks had eaten enough and the unbearable itching of the face, caused by salt water, had passed, I found myself on a small piece of flooring with a child and a woman in her forties.
I am a man, and men know what to do, study the situation and make sacrifices if necessary.
is why according to my calculations I have seen fit to throw into the sea: the little she would not ever done and she asked me if I liked the philosophy.
After days to see my tonic decrease muscle mass I got here.
I knelt and I prayed thanking her, the Queen Mother of all of us poor souls without agency: Mary.
Since then much has happened, what I thought was rather deserted island populated by a tribe of natives. They speak a language incomprehensible, but we ourselves, with the subjunctive and conditional, who are we to criticize?
However, I've squared, children, blacks, thin ... no, the exiles are those who go into exile, and they were skinny enough.
did not take long to become their leader, was enough to show him my sculpted body, the angel wings tattooed on his back and the chest and Mary and Maurice must have thought I was a god.
Now I have a throne, all mine, their women, all of them, and do not have to choose one by May.
of life on earth I was doing a little part of me now.
I decided to found a new religion and I have fertilized twice, in these three years, forty women of the village. I have my small band of followers: the children of Mary.
Oh, Mary, if only I could see them.
I'm fine, I have my football team, my league, a sort of triangular with two teams that I always win.
I miss my mother, but I know that with my attitude I have not disappointed, right mom? Joked one time that you told me to get a job, like you and Dad, you do not I'd ever this cruel, right mom?
Finally, I decided to give this letter to the sea with the blood of one of the skinny types.
I would like to reassure you all please stop damn for me, I know that I miss you and I left a blank television unbridgeable. But I feel good here.
only a desire, a gift from you. I ask you to take me, no matter when, the only real source of joy for me, the only engine that has helped me to bear sad awakenings: the mirror. Your
C.
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