Garbage. How else to define the stuff that we have at home under your eyes every day, but we do not use simply because we do not see? We are full of garbage, whose main defect is hidden until you let go, is that it has its own volume, takes place inside our house by removing the air we breathe. Among the thousand I can think of only three. The air fresheners for the home, which ones? Old ones are normal in a bottle with the sprayer? Those with a name like "pine" or "sea water" that you use only when a girl comes to dinner? Maybe those were just, let's not forget the new ones, advertised on TV, equipped with a infrared sensor, as a burglar alarm at the passage of a stranger, sorry, someone in the house, releasing a spray of automatic any essence that can always remember one of those that makes you a mechanic when you leave the car in for repair to the cry of her accommodation. Not to mention some of those 'more zen, with chopsticks stuck in a bottle Glass: go upside down every now and then, not every six months, but even once a day, sometimes. There was a time we can, never! Did you get those sticks in their hands like samurai who do so much as a house of Giorgio Armani and spitting them out all around, especially in the eyes, the essence of magic, you find yourself then for another six months on hand to rinse immediately, otherwise dangerous redness Armani Armani to let him do that. The svitatappi metal to open the tomatoes that you have given. Scene: the kitchen, interior night lighting. Sitting on a ladder from Ikea Bekvam € 8.99, squeeze between your knees a glass jar of peeled closed from fear to lead a professional brewing. Unable to open a mano. Mi ricordo di possedere quello svitatappi universale. Lo imbraccio come un mitra. Lo avvolgo al barattolo come un boa, lo strozzo al collo di “quel bastardo” in una mossa tipo discobolo di Mirone, funziona. Troppo. Il coperchio vola via come un frisbee lanciando schizzi di polpa di pomodoro finissima per tutta la cucina, in quel momento suona il citofono, è arrivata la ragazza. La cucina sembra un mattatoio ma lo spaghetto al pomodoro e basilico sarà da paura, anzi, da film horror! La ragazza accusa un lieve mal di testa? Eccoci in un balzo davanti al terzo ciarpame: la scatola delle medicine, sarebbe la cosa più bella che si ha in casa ma in realtà cosa c’è dentro? Niente di utile, è tutto scaduto. Rimangono instead of life available to the aerosol products, some herbal tablets for sore throats, eye drops, a syringe that scares you and see how the billions of lactic acid bacteria, living or dead, is the same. A never any pain. But at the bottom of this reservoir of good junk and useless check a packet of cotton wool. And you can think of only one thing: we hope that someone gets hurt, so use it!
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