Qualche giorno fa, mentre perso nei miei pensieri rimiravo l'ambrato e copioso getto riversarsi giù per la tazza, dopo aver compiuto una piega a mezz'aria perfetta come la curvatura della spada di un Samurai, sono stato colto da una irruenta e melanconica rivelazione che mi ha scosso nell'animo.
Gran brutto problema quando vieni colto da un fremito mentre sei concentrato nel centrare la tazza del cesso...
Saranno cinque, forse sei anni che non piscio in compagnia. E mi manca da morire.
Avete presente quei momenti a tarda sera, quando si gira in macchina chiacchierando of shit that do not give a damn about anyone, and two pints of beer in the bladder threatens sedition?
Then look for a less crowded, a country road a bit 'dark and you sharpen along the hedge together, sketches but not so close enough to peck the white smoke than to your right.
Everyone shut up, concentrate fully on what to do and enjoying that moment of absolute catharsis ( that with two pints in the bladder may be better than sex ), issuing just a liberating cry of satisfaction, when a certain point someone in the group comes up with a handful of words, a confidence, an idea, a truth ... something that had to be said that way, and at that time.
And everything is fine. You can go home. You can go to bed because the evening was as it should go. You have received a glimmer, a shimmer of knowledge of the mechanics of life.
not want to sound gloomy or crisis of some thirty years ago but this thing I'm missing. Should be held as group therapy. In all fifty sharp in front of the wall to urinate with the cry of "who does not piss in company ..." ( phrase that is never completed, is part of the ritual ) and talk about the things that come to mind.
When you piss all together we never hear one above the other. Each has its own space, its trajectory. Pools in that direction and follow that speech. You have a duty to sgrollare and one to talk. And while you're listening. It treats and put out together.
A kind of spirit diuresis.
What's cool to pee with my friends ...
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