Eh sì!, per la prima volta nella sua vita aveva provato a essere dall'altra parte della barricata, in quella zona d'ombra di cui le donne - quelle serie - non parlavano, se non con disprezzo e... rabbia. Rabbia per quelle squinziette, quelle rovinamatrimoni, quelle pantere che dava sollievo immaginare tutte curve e poco cervello, those women who turn on their partner tired of a new vitality, unimaginable, and stimulating erotic fantasy and the ability, no less imaginative, necessary to organize a double life of lies a go-go, work commitments to invent fake, double phone, cashmere sweaters in red ruby \u200b\u200bjustify the unusual presence in the closet, usually immersed in the repetition soothing gray and brown / beige. Now she was the one disturbing presence, those were his humor that remained on the skin, persistent and unavoidable, almost love, love wild, had a scent that can withstand any kind of bubble bath or shower ... hours would have been her, the other, that he was canceling the warmth, safety habits, the thrill of just mentioned rasssicuranti embraces marriage.
It was exciting to be the object of jealousy, not the victim of that feeling painful, humiliating, and corrosive acid such as hydrochloric acid used for scrubbing the toilet, be that barefoot, what, barefoot, was put aside, to be the woman to whom you gave a perfume or a complete or sexy stockings, no gloves or a pressure cooker, combined with the scarf.
Ah yes, the musician had a wife: very busy, very efficient, smart, clever. A woman who was often absent for reasons of lavoro, una donna che mai avrebbe pensato di poter essere tradita. Ma quale donna lo pensa?
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