(Stefano, one begins, look here.)
Steel is polished.
its light has a precise and independent of the glow that comes from the small window. 6:27 am and the guy looks like the weird thing was the Archangel Gabriel.
sheets of polished metal with extreme precision, painstakingly assembled together with isometric pipe geometries. There is a strange contrast between symmetry and chaos in all that he sees the guy in front of him. As if a magnet attracted intelligent had pieces of metal produced by a maker of swords with the hobby of watchmaking precision to a point of the room, the first large set already contained a mystery as he had done so much to enter the basement ?
"Turn off that beacon, Christ, I want to cook horny?"
The guy is still standing to seek the hole in the fence of this bizarre reality. The darkness reveals a new thing: it gives off a strange glow, a halogen glare.
"Holy Christ! It looks like the Black Death says the guy behind the guy, after turning the spotlight on the tripod.
"It 's one of those bombs in your opinion?"
"I do not know," replies the guy to the guy and then adds "I think about it, but in the meantime, you continue with your analysis is far from this thing.
The guy stands pants and jacket, then his shirt. Keep in underpants and a T-shirt with the logo of a brand of cigarettes. He sits down with his legs crossed. He says the boy "go out and do not let anyone, know that those who come after you could make a very bad end. Got it? ".
Boy nods and goes out from the basement as he forgot the milk on the gas.
The guy says aloud, "I'm walking the path that has been run by the Buddha and his great and holy disciples. A lazy person can not follow the path. May my strength to prevail and succeed in my path. "
A red light starts flashing all'esoscheletro somewhere in the middle of the thing before him. A smile on his face appears very similar to that of many statues in the east. After about 30 minutes of silence, the guy opens his eyes and stands up.
Opens a package of Lucky Strike with a smooth motion di incredibile armonia. La sua prima sigaretta della mattina merita lo stesso trattamento delle offerte rituali alla divinità Shiva.
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