The day when the poets began the strike with a vengeance in many underestimated it.
I remember I put down the pen and crossed his arms, then took to the streets and there mark their slogan, carefully avoiding in rhymes. To them it was difficult not to express themselves poetically, made a great effort.
During their protest, then, the poets take to the streets stopped and went, taking the roofs and putting all there, sitting. And down again slogans, St reason.
beginning nothing happened, something did not seem able to block a country. After all those Ah-ah who want there amounts, however, people began to indulge in expressions of feeling out of place for emotional saturation. People began to be moved in line at the post office, or while driving up to have crying spells and requests for cuddling on the boards of companies or branches of national parliamentarians.
roofs, meanwhile, the poets had stopped with the slogan because they made a great effort since the poetic things came out, so he kept quiet and sat on rooftops to watch the skyline. Since it was a very poetic, had arranged to say something every now spoetizzante, so it could happen to hear them yelling things like What did the Milan? or pass me the key 12? . A poet once shouted
is not dead yet your dog?, but it seemed to me almost poetic, for which he was hit by an empty ink-party from a nearby roof, which was also occupied by poets. So, it was mainly on football, on-or hardware to the limit and very carefully-the cousins \u200b\u200bhoes.
The situation in the country, went quickly getting worse: people discovered the poetry and employees unable to find the right words and rhythm in conveying feelings and evocative images and continued to burst into loud crying at inopportune moments.
The first clear sign was the collapse of the market for chocolates. The songwriting is completely paralyzed. The mothers, desperate, they took their children to fall asleep reading the telephone directory ( Mom, Mom, tonight I read the R? ). Transport is suspended, the country was soon knee stopped working also the emergency service of waste collection and emotional tears were abandoned by drivers in the sensitivity ecoballe already collected, which soon spread sewage produced regrets and sighs in those who were in contatto.Si feared would come into contact with groundwater.
In the northeast, the country's productive belly began to close the first warehouses.
The State tried to run for cover and the president of all imposed rules aimed at reducing the risk of exposure to the sensitivity through draconian measures, such as a curfew during sunrises and sunsets or expressly forbidden to watch their children sleeping. He shut himself in office con i suoi esperti, anche se ogni tanto si poteva sentire qualcuno che, all'interno degli uffici, singhiozzava di brutto.
I poeti continuavano a stare sui tetti mentre giù erano tempi davvero bui: di notte degli individui senza scrupoli iniziarono a spacciare figure retoriche e qualche disperato si rovinava la salute con chiasmi tagliati male, endecasillabi di dubbissima provenienza e litoti prive di negazioni.
Il mercato nero degli enjambement fece affari d'oro.
Molti si riversarono in osterie fuori mano alla ricerca di qualche anziano a cui sfuggisse della poesia dialettale, anche poca, ma la tendenza ormai era quella di cercare qualsiasi cosa potesse dare sollievo, poesia tagliata male, rime banali, che possono uccidere tipo heart / love or What happened to you / you set up / what price you paid / who do you feel / You still live in the province / ci think sometimes the frogs? / / The last time I saw you changed / bevevi bitter at the bar / eludes us because the time / but the sign of the time remains.
Meanwhile, poets, rooftop, continued to stand there and sit down and say things spoetizzanti occasionally, until one of them objected We live poetically. The only solution seems to me, what shall we die. and proposed that we throw all down without warning nor say anything to anyone. The other poets listened to him and said a 's sad and beautiful , rose to say that all No, but it is too poetic, we should give up to die. The impasse was resolved with the gimmick of a brilliant poet who managed to find a way to end the collective act proposing spoetizzare Throw down, but in his underwear . and they all said in agreement.
The country was collapsing and unaware of the intention of the poets, when you open the doors of government offices and with great clamor of sirens and screeching tires of the president of all left with his motorcade. The poets are already beginning to unfasten their seat belts and set the hinges to the president of all there was to give a megaphone and, from under the buildings on poets whose roofs had sat, he said, "Come down, do you reason that you and grant you everything."
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