Al I want to dedicate a Fibo to a man who deserves to be remembered and respected more for what he did, for what he endured and for the dignity and pride with which he endured all the evil and the lies that have been poured against it. Everyone knows the sad story of the "Red Tent", but how many know that he was also a member of the Constituent Assembly?
There was also
once
gone, where
airships flying high. Beautiful, light, strong.
true masters of the skies, you
, skilled
Noble,
ports
with you. Seb
General Umberto I stole food to the dogs ..... Jo and Mike ... last night in my bed monovocalico. The
know
are corrupt.
I removed them,
wrong with the big bone.
I am moved, I'll bite, dream ... But depleted. Seb
I receive from this Fibologa Elo Fibo that reaching the 14th issue of the series, or 377, exceeds the length Fibo " Serail Killer " Fibologo of Fabio, who stopped at the 13th number of the series, or 233. Elo Congratulations, I counted the syllables but I trust ... Who wants to see, I wish you good counts! 1 - Jo
1 - and 2
- Mike
3 - were
5 - great friends,
8 - day came,
13 - day you said it all.
21 - a Thursday, though, Mike did not answer the call of Jo, why?
34 - that day Why did Mike not find it? Jo could not find peace and finally went to him.
55 - In all those Jo years had never been to Mike's house. In many years Mike had never been to the home of Jo. He thought only then, only then he understood.
89 - Jo knew that day that their close friendship was only made of long talks evening of short stories and many individuals comment on the world and especially critical of many others. Jo knew that day to know very little of its Mike.
144 - In the grip of these thoughts, Jo took the stairs two at a time and reached the third floor of the building, where he was Mike's apartment. He knocked on the door repeatedly until a woman in her fifties did not open wondering what we were and who urgently wanted.
Jo had absolutely no idea who he was and the woman who represents Mike. Perhaps the mother? Perhaps the sister?
233 - Jo did not know what to do. The woman then persisted in asking the man who tried before him and what he wanted. Jo regained his speech and asked Mike. "Mike who?" She asked. "Mike Constantine" the man answered. "Does not Live Here No Mike Constantine" said the woman and immediately slammed the door on Jo.
Jo won the urge to play again and at that precise moment his phone rang: it was Mike. "Mike, where have you been? I looked at the house that you gave me but a woman told me that you do not live there. "
the other end of the phone no answer, then slowly complaining, Mike was crying.
377 - He gave an appointment in the usual place and there Mike, to hold back her tears, she confessed. His real name was Robert Fox, had been arrested in two thousand for the murder of his wife and had been issued on the day that he and Jo had known. That day, Robert did not feel to tell his true story and so they invented a name, a job and a house. In fact
Robert lived on the street and every morning she went into a shelter for a bite to eat and wash.
Jo asked not to abandon him as they had done relatives and friends during and after prison. Jo vowed to be what he knew, was wrong to commit murder, but had now changed and he needed to Jo and his friendship. Jo
first remained silent. Then he asked why he had come to kill. The tears rose
Jo and I hardly heard his friend say "I found her in bed with another man." Jo took a long time thinking and then said, "Your punishment you've taken for granted, get your things and come and stay with me." Elo
A child born After the publication of his first Fibo, entitled " musings of a madman" I asked to calm down on the Elo his intentions for the future .... I promptly responded by sending Fibo this new, decidedly more optimistic!
a
I just want to
think only people living
so I decided to make a baby Elo
musings of a madman I
a little afraid
remember
continuously dead so I thought of killing myself I Elo
Summer Time And I with sun smells my skin and my mind I fill light wave and reborn. Maria
I go to war With
only three syllables
go to war,
attack, defend, win,
then I go to bed happy. Ri-si-ko! Seb
