sweatpants and athletic. Tony has no home. She lives two years on the beach in Budva, Montenegro. In gym clothes even in winter. Tony is a tough guy.
The sea is beautiful in Budva, as on all the Tyrrhenian coast of 'ex-Yugoslavia, nothing to do with the coast of Rimini, even though the water is the same, in theory. I am there, on a bench close to the beach I play the guitar. When he sees me does not seem real. Tony loves music.
"Sing Toto Cutugno, s'il vous plaît, I am half Italian! Lived in Brussels, but my Italian mother mon ami! From s'il vous plaît, what it does:
Let me sing with guitar in hand
am an Italian ...
"I'm sorry, I would settle, but I do not remember neither words nor agreements. It's OK if part of
Estate Bruno Martino? "
" Tres bien, thank you, mon ami! "After the song
applauded happily. Then he goes to buy a 2-liter bottle of beer and I
also brings a plastic cup. He drinks a bottle and between songs
tells me his problems.
"Ici is shit ... ici les fammes all whores ... There is no work .. Russian mafia bought everything ..
sing Toto Cutugno s'il vous plaît! "
I try singing the few words I remember.
Buongiorno Italy's spaghetti
A partisan as President ...
Meanwhile, I look at his eyes that change color to tears. I think maybe I'm turning blue
by dint of looking at the sea.
We decided to go to Kotor, Italian city twice, first under the Venetians and later under
Mussolini, it is also called Kotor. Tony
smell of alcohol, and more. The first bus does not make us go. The driver, looking at the
bottle of beer, told him in Serbian something like "is full, take next." We can only
hide the bottle of beer discount and hope to impuzzolire the next half.
Here it comes, it stops, we greet the driver, climb ... smooth.
I pay for him and for the happiness of having found a bus
tolerant of the homeless I come to mind almost all the words of the song.
Italy Hello, good morning Maria
with eyes full of melancholy Buongiorno
God know that there are too ...
Cutugno Great, I never thought of. We sing loudly while the other
passengers look at us amused.
Kotor is wonderful. It seems left in 1200, all stone walls and
reflected in the sea that surrounds it. On the main gate of the city a written undertaking that Titus
You do not break my balls for me and you'll see that I do not break my balls to you. Or at least this is the translation of
Tony.
Legend has it that at night the lights that illuminate the walls of Kotor are reflected in the water and form a heart. We are looking for this everywhere but no heart, we surrender to hunger and thirst and get in a supermarket. I take only a sandwich, a beer just Tony. Offers him, he wants.
"Merci beaucoup Tony"
"De rien mon ami, just after that I still sing Toto Cutugno, s'il vous plaît "
" Okay, later "
Tony takes with the story of his life-river.
has two children in Budva and a third who lives in Brussels where all the relatives, including a beautiful niece that I must know ... He remains here in Montenegro for his youngest children and the woman he loves, not the mother of his children, but another, a Slav that he just wants sex and he wants to marry ... everyone thinks that there is no future with someone like him, but it is not true at all because Tony is a hard worker, only that the Russian mafia has stopped investing because they no longer believe in Montenegro ... but Tony does not give up ever, Tony was in the military personal guard of Marshal Tito ... Tony is a close friend of Jean Claude Van Damme school because they were together in Brussels ... Tony has a huge house in Macedonia, but Macedonia Montenegro sucks worse than ... Tony was rich, time poor but has a big heart!
Time flies, Tony knows how to be talkative and interesting at the same time. And 'one in the morning and tomorrow morning I flew to Rome, we must leave to return to the wonders of Kotor to Budva. Assuming that I will pay, with the taxi driver is making me a discount, saying that an Italian artist are very good but still not claimed. I hope he's right. With the problem of olfactory
Taxi intends but in the end we talk and sing again, with the participation of the taxi driver. Everyone here knows Toto Cutugno.
Buongiorno Italy with your artists with too much
America on the posters ...
Up to my modest hotel in Budva.
front of the reception Tony asks me a bit of money for his four children. I had already said that I no longer have and I spent it all on buses and taxis and allotment tomorrow, but its script, it must respect it. I am a bit 'embarrassed. The guy at the front desk looked at me as if to say "it's always like this every day for towing a tourist draw some money today, it was you."
I tell Tony to go out for a moment together.
"Tony I'm sorry I really ran out of money!"
show him your wallet with only ten euro.
"Ok mon ami, only 5 € ..."
"Tomorrow I have to take a taxi to the airport, as I walk?"
resigned. The pledge my eternal gratitude and friendship. We say goodbye with a half hug. While I'm getting me back to the hotel. I think I want to send me to hell for having made him waste a day.
"You know why do not you first saw the heart in the water in Kotor mon ami?
"No, why? because I'm an asshole? "
" Nah mon ami "- he laughs -" Why do not you see the heart forever. He sees the heart only when God wants to make love with Terra, mon ami.
"Ah, I understand, God is sleeping tonight."
"No, mon ami, tonight God only wants to listen to our song."
Let me sing because I'm proud
am an Italian
a real Italian
The sea is beautiful in Budva, as on all the Tyrrhenian coast of 'ex-Yugoslavia, nothing to do with the coast of Rimini, even though the water is the same, in theory. I am there, on a bench close to the beach I play the guitar. When he sees me does not seem real. Tony loves music.
"Sing Toto Cutugno, s'il vous plaît, I am half Italian! Lived in Brussels, but my Italian mother mon ami! From s'il vous plaît, what it does:
Let me sing with guitar in hand
am an Italian ...
"I'm sorry, I would settle, but I do not remember neither words nor agreements. It's OK if part of
Estate Bruno Martino? "
" Tres bien, thank you, mon ami! "After the song
applauded happily. Then he goes to buy a 2-liter bottle of beer and I
also brings a plastic cup. He drinks a bottle and between songs
tells me his problems.
"Ici is shit ... ici les fammes all whores ... There is no work .. Russian mafia bought everything ..
sing Toto Cutugno s'il vous plaît! "
I try singing the few words I remember.
Buongiorno Italy's spaghetti
A partisan as President ...
Meanwhile, I look at his eyes that change color to tears. I think maybe I'm turning blue
by dint of looking at the sea.
We decided to go to Kotor, Italian city twice, first under the Venetians and later under
Mussolini, it is also called Kotor. Tony
smell of alcohol, and more. The first bus does not make us go. The driver, looking at the
bottle of beer, told him in Serbian something like "is full, take next." We can only
hide the bottle of beer discount and hope to impuzzolire the next half.
Here it comes, it stops, we greet the driver, climb ... smooth.
I pay for him and for the happiness of having found a bus
tolerant of the homeless I come to mind almost all the words of the song.
Italy Hello, good morning Maria
with eyes full of melancholy Buongiorno
God know that there are too ...
Cutugno Great, I never thought of. We sing loudly while the other
passengers look at us amused.
Kotor is wonderful. It seems left in 1200, all stone walls and
reflected in the sea that surrounds it. On the main gate of the city a written undertaking that Titus
You do not break my balls for me and you'll see that I do not break my balls to you. Or at least this is the translation of
Tony.
Legend has it that at night the lights that illuminate the walls of Kotor are reflected in the water and form a heart. We are looking for this everywhere but no heart, we surrender to hunger and thirst and get in a supermarket. I take only a sandwich, a beer just Tony. Offers him, he wants.
"Merci beaucoup Tony"
"De rien mon ami, just after that I still sing Toto Cutugno, s'il vous plaît "
" Okay, later "
Tony takes with the story of his life-river.
has two children in Budva and a third who lives in Brussels where all the relatives, including a beautiful niece that I must know ... He remains here in Montenegro for his youngest children and the woman he loves, not the mother of his children, but another, a Slav that he just wants sex and he wants to marry ... everyone thinks that there is no future with someone like him, but it is not true at all because Tony is a hard worker, only that the Russian mafia has stopped investing because they no longer believe in Montenegro ... but Tony does not give up ever, Tony was in the military personal guard of Marshal Tito ... Tony is a close friend of Jean Claude Van Damme school because they were together in Brussels ... Tony has a huge house in Macedonia, but Macedonia Montenegro sucks worse than ... Tony was rich, time poor but has a big heart!
Time flies, Tony knows how to be talkative and interesting at the same time. And 'one in the morning and tomorrow morning I flew to Rome, we must leave to return to the wonders of Kotor to Budva. Assuming that I will pay, with the taxi driver is making me a discount, saying that an Italian artist are very good but still not claimed. I hope he's right. With the problem of olfactory
Taxi intends but in the end we talk and sing again, with the participation of the taxi driver. Everyone here knows Toto Cutugno.
Buongiorno Italy with your artists with too much
America on the posters ...
Up to my modest hotel in Budva.
front of the reception Tony asks me a bit of money for his four children. I had already said that I no longer have and I spent it all on buses and taxis and allotment tomorrow, but its script, it must respect it. I am a bit 'embarrassed. The guy at the front desk looked at me as if to say "it's always like this every day for towing a tourist draw some money today, it was you."
I tell Tony to go out for a moment together.
"Tony I'm sorry I really ran out of money!"
show him your wallet with only ten euro.
"Ok mon ami, only 5 € ..."
"Tomorrow I have to take a taxi to the airport, as I walk?"
resigned. The pledge my eternal gratitude and friendship. We say goodbye with a half hug. While I'm getting me back to the hotel. I think I want to send me to hell for having made him waste a day.
"You know why do not you first saw the heart in the water in Kotor mon ami?
"No, why? because I'm an asshole? "
" Nah mon ami "- he laughs -" Why do not you see the heart forever. He sees the heart only when God wants to make love with Terra, mon ami.
"Ah, I understand, God is sleeping tonight."
"No, mon ami, tonight God only wants to listen to our song."
Let me sing because I'm proud
am an Italian
a real Italian
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