fiberglass shell 10 mx 3.40 m, 66 m canopy; I You He and Jessica Dustin Hoffman: 5 persons x 7 days & 7 nights between Romagna and the Adriatic Dalmatia. I first mountaineer to experience sailing, but you, too plain. Strong differences in age, strong understanding is born with the natural passing of time, while the Montefeltro liquefies nell'afa; nourished with gusts of wind that spreads the fragrance of cream and leather, when the sea is the only element, is consolidated with a passion for McCourt and swimming, to tie the myopic eyes and visionaries in a bowline. Boarding pier on the absolute Rimini, distracted by work in progress, do not even know and then you and he are already coupled ADJUDGED Dustin skipper Jessica ... I've never seen before, and then sleep in dinette with Dustin. I'll jump and go straight to the sail at the helm, but the wind changes direction without warning and I run into your eyes and that smile of Arab girl I find something I was looking for. You hold my curious look, just the tongue and you enjoy my discomfort of wise man. He is there, the mainsail or jib, or what the fuck Allasco, and I think I want to fit their whims ... Jessica torque is nice, has broad vowels, but not my type, the berth as a diversion, a coverage in vain, that both Dustin, old wolf, do not miss a shot, while He patient has already lost you once and must have been tough. You call me Rocco and mischievous with crisp accent that m'intrappola: groped the mutiny, shipwreck, or the rise of sailing in the breeze and get to port? That night at Incoranate in the cove after the belly flop of mussels, waiting in vain for your indoor slope, spontaneous or suggested by the tummy, not a star but the entire Milky Way comes down on me. Then he glances fleeting, feet under the table, allusions to high school students on a trip, a sunset and sunrise in the company alone, a body wrapped in waxed paper and damp towel and so many things left unsaid ... M'illudo is our game with him as referee careful, I find that it is only on the ground something more, and I'm hurt, because you split my old shell, shuffle the cards and make me sing, laugh and cry. You ran off with him, I salute Jessica and Dustin and go up the mountain, still singing loud in the ears of the cicadas, and I can not empathize with them.
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