strange things happen and we are again ahead of Button's car. Me and the heat. As every year rite of summer for us young men associated Vittorio Veneto, the "cave" (once called "hollow sound" and people do not forget), with our festival.
As you know already that we work for months, and yesterday we finished. 6 months to organize, "4 gratiz zorn music and fun just for you," two days to dismantle it. And it is already finished.
To see how seriously was started to worry. On Thursday, the first night it opened to the public after that we worked with fittings, plugs, shed, lights, plants, gazebos for several days, much of the work done was literally blown away by a devastating tornado at 2 pm. But not all. The wind swept through a hexagonal gazebo metal (classic beer tents) off those 6 feet tall and those 3, rolling, rubbing, tearing the canvas and metal frame for several feet, just thirty (the larger piece left), right one hundred (smallest). Within about ten seconds. While we were trying in vain to shed Chidi under the sheets that cover it, and hit a fire extinguisher on the post above me, and thanks to those who do not know that I have fallen head naa, and pieces were flying everywhere in the kitchen, allestimanti, cartons, miscellaneous items, while trying to shelter my brother, who the fuck up in the morning had come away with me. Stefano go by car, leave the car Stefano, Stefano're near me, if Stephen comes down shed this time I'm fucking dick. It is precisely at that moment that I see flying off the gazebo to house the DJ console, which lets in the rain-sound system of the President and his band-which was just inside. Stefano Mollo seemed too excited by all the mess, and I rush to save at least with the speakers from the water. Me with my good eighty pounds plus two boxes of forty kilos one in each hand, I was seriously struggling to stand up. The wind was very strong. Plus up a dieci minuti prima, il sole spaccava le pietre, percui ero a petto nudo, con dei coltelli di pioggia piantati nella schiena. Altro che agopuntura. Finalmente il casino finisce, porto a casa il bimbo, mi cambio che sono fradicio e torno giù.
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Oh, pazzesco, ce l'abbiamo fatta.
Il "gazebo della felicità" (these alcoholic beverages are never enough!!!) è stato completato con installazioni di poliuretano espanso, scarti elettronici e meccanici e ritagli di giornali vintage degli anni 79-80 (la pubblicità originale del Ciao, il caffè è un piacere, se non è buono che piacere è con Manfredi giovane, Richard Gere without wrinkles, Carrà bursts etc). Yeah. As usual we have a pat of drunk people. Tequila time for the staff every half hour, Pampero and pear per hour. closing time every morning at six seven. Plus I saw people I had not seen a lot, the beautiful Maria (I discovered that the law here in Madrid), the grandmother, the legendary Giampi, Tampax and thousands of others. I played for three nights and the people danced and appreciated, cheers. We had some shots that will be mounted in a video. The groups were just figs. We had walkie talkies to make even the parking lots, so even we got bored. Nisus had a cocktail that everyone spread which has the (Red Martini, Campari, ACE juice, Prosecco di Conegliano). Always full of jugglers and children running in the park, Pacina who photographed all the stalls with the 70's stuff and not the usual cagads, kebabs, the cevapcici, Tandori rice, beer Spriz the gazebo of the people happy smiles and sunshine in the afternoon. The world that I have just broken my cock, but we were forced to throw. Ricky and his constant speech dysfunction, the girl that I left a note with his number and wrote "keep on movin '- Elena", not even in grade school. The wonderful mascot Lola, Rutto, Daytan, Gunter, Gas, and all dogs that were running like crazy to scrub the Frisbee. The abandoned house and all the things we have recovered inside. The very cool DJ Cicci, DJ Carmichael and the big fool of Fasa. My custody of headphones that someone was surely comfortable, thank you. David "plant", with its twelve thousand (Watts) and his girlfriend as he says that "works for me and the thrombus well." All the boys who worked in the party these days, even though they were on vacation and even if they went to work in the morning, the cooks in the kitchen and the meals are exceptional. Gino Patrick Eaves and beers by half in 2 seconds flat. Also this year is already over.
Oh, if you give up everything (everyone?), I found a gazebo for happiness, perhaps on an island? A small
previù photos, made by gentle
I took her home, c ' I got to know, I've got playing, I'm done biting 
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