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Vuoi scrivere a Mr.Eddy per avere delucidazioni su qualche regola grammaticale che proprio non capisci, o per sapere com'è Londra a una certa ora del giorno? Chiedigli l'impossibile, lui è obbligato a fare qualsiasi cosa (il biglietto l'ha pagato tanasalvatutti.it)!!!
write mr.eddy

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day 7.

You left me alone exactly in the moment that's so difficult. And now, amond police sirens and all this people that wants only my smiles and my flesh, I'm alone. Truly.
It's monday and I traslated my curriculum in english language.
It's cold.

day 6.

Nothing was happen. Brazil won the world Championship while I was sleeping. Cecilia sleeps here tonight, Franco Pensa didn,t give her the work. She has not money. I did two counts. I need to work. I never worked in my life.

day 5.
Koreans are a lot of people

Koreans are many persons and you can see this well when they start for 
an holiday. Trafalgar square
is completely red. Every Korean person support his team and so, all the 
Koreans has a red t-shirt. They song and dance. They are doing it just 
from one hour, and always at the same mode. They are boring. One face, 
one expression, one song, one dance.
Two balls!
Anyway, about the females, I would like an asian one.. I sah: voglio 
una cinese, voglio una cinese per campare!
…now I see the girl near me. She asked me if I’m writing a novel.. I 
can’t axplain very well wath I’m doing so I said: Yes! And you are 
inside now!
Under-glass waitress, you smile me and I ask you a cappuccino, this is 
an English action, you are in pause and you’re writing your novel. But 
you say yes the same. After you write again watching and smiling me 
(don’t ask me how can she do it). And I put this in my diary, my 
letters to Carosone, a big Italian singer that you can’t know…
Now the Turkish… always in red.. they dance a sort of tarantella… ok, 
ok, I dance too:… pa-para-pa-para… 
Enjoy yourself. Before it is too late.



night beetwen day 5 and day 6

oh.. too mutch wine.. Franco Pensa ever to say cosa bevi and cosa bevi
and now, I'm drunk, only for change. 
It's late, I wonna change situation... Franco is closing but he want
stay here still to talk and drink, drink and talk about the art and the
artists in his strange language from Puglia did of conno e conno e page
duecentotrenatrie'...
Ok, i'm in the pub with my friend Maurizio. Some one is playng Red Hot
Chili Peppers... che cacamiento e cazz!.. I go up the stage and I start
to sing: enjoy yourself, before it is too late... but they cast me away
immediatly... I come back inside to drink a glass of wine with my
friend Maurizio and the band is just playng Bob Marley... great! I go
up the chair, to conduct the orchestra of drunk people that follow me!
Evrything is gonna be all right..yeah!... But they cast me away at once.
Four girls come out behind me, I see them with the tail of my eye,
they're coming toward me. They start to ask me something about I don't
know wath, they embrace me... I make me horny. Irish girl that caress
me telling something that i can't understand very well 'cause I'm
italian and a little (!) drunk, I caress your bottom and tast you ass
hole... I might take you in my bed, I would like but you are taller
than me and my bed is little as my room.. wath a pity! It will happen
with another friend (sara' per un'altra amica). Oh.. my dear I don't
understand, witch hard bottom you have.. sorry if I toutch your tit
talking with you, sorry if I toutch it only for casualty....


day 4.

I'm a little tired today. Yesterday I was walking around... many pubs, many beers. In this town wherever you can find a musical situation and one person that enjoy himself (he's drunk) and make others' fun. You can find often two women drinking and invite you to toutch glasses with them and invite you to dance and invite you to drink and conitnue to drink and ... po' t rump pur o cazz a nu cert punt!...

....Casale Franco is an italian restaurant, the name of proipriety is just Franco but the surname is Pensa! My friend Maurizio work in this restaurant. When I was there, yesterday, I just saw, at the entrance, a picture made by my friend Rino Telaro! His best painting, I think. That's incredible! Rino Telaro and Franco Pensa are old friends! "Cosa bevi?" ask my happy Franco Pensa. "A wisky". "Gorgeous!".
Enjoy yourself before it is too late.


day 3. london is an eddy

riassunto delle puntate successive:
edoardodeangelis, giunto in Londra due giorni prima, voleva usare la parola "vortice" per descrivere quello che vedeva. Trovo' sul dizionario che in inglese vortice si dice "eddy", come il suo diminutivo. Da quel momento decise di cambiare nome e da edoardodeangelis divento' eddy.

London is an eddy. 
Two boys with a Brazil t-shirt are playng football. An old man in pinstripe suite, a beer in the hand, watch them, steal their ball and run away...

...drink a beer with an english man. A cold beer is a great experience.
I had lost my moleskine. But I found it again. I happy. I migh will have another beer.
With compliments.


day 2.  english escion

Chat is beautiful when you can mix your language with a stranger one. A 
football match can be an intersting occasion to learn new words: to 
beat, to score, counter-attack... but you don't speak only about the 
match during this time, so you can learn also words as mother in law, 
phater in law, son, daughter...and above some expression as "my 
daughter is a very beautiful girl, you must meet her...". That's a good 
idea! I have a present for you, dear Pasquale, a copy of a my short 
movie with english subtitles, Mors Tua. 
See you soon...

...the girl in front of me has got nice tits and is reading two news 
papers. Too mutch. It's time for dialog. "I'm arrived yesterday, I live 
in Calabria road, near, you have got nice tits". "I'm waiting for my 
boyfriend -your friend?- no my boyfriend". She smiles. I smile. I have 
still mutch to learn. It's time to go for me, thank's for nice chatted 
and sorry for my bad english. Bye, have a nice time in London. Maybe 
we'll meet again.




day 1.  english de-generation

London is here. Me too. The trip from airport at home is a dream 'cause I sleep. My room is in Calabria road, a road with dogs, hams and semi-detached houses. A good chocolate cake in the water-close, a shower and I feel good. Take this and take that, walk barefoot on the moquette. Open the window and the sun says me: "Here they call me the sun, but I am not it! I am an acrobat and, I wonna say to you, I just don,t like this faded dress". I smile. I like the tumblers and get bronze myself with his words...
....I buyed a pencil, a good pencil, and a rubber to erase its signs. I wonna write with only purpose to use my rubber tonight. Good night.
Nothing was heppen.
With compliments from Alitalia.

new words:
barefoot:: scalzo
acrobat / tumbler: saltimbanco
faded: sbiadito




Dichiarazione dell'autore:
i fatti narrati sono realmente accaduti, la sintassi usata, invece, e' da considerarsi con il beneficio dell'inventario ma l'autore promette di migliorare il proprio inglese giorno dopo giorno. with compliments.

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