ho preso l’abitudine di prendere il caffè alla macchinetta di uno squallido sesto piano. nessuna emozione. certezza dell’erogazione. nessuna attesa di un grazie nessuno sforzo di un prego.
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5 commenti
potresti sempre regalarmelo. quell’uovo. dico.
ho preso l’abitudine di prendere il caffè alla macchinetta di uno squallido sesto piano. nessuna emozione. certezza dell’erogazione. nessuna attesa di un grazie nessuno sforzo di un prego.
Il dramma è che non dico pasticcerie sopraffine, ma almeno un bar decente… Niente, non c’è niente. A meno di non fare chilometri…
per solidarietà aggiungo, sperando di non offendere con un becero turpiloquio la finestra commenti, Ecchecazzo!!
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