August is a holiday rather useless. It 's a summer day like many others, with the difference that the cities are deserted and people were massing on the Italian Riviera, creating chaos and disorder. Not that I do not appreciate the burning of midnight, even the midnight bonfires should be a summer institution. Abolish the August and down with the bad fire. Abolish the so sad that small families are moving house literally on the beach in August, complete with table, portable television, refrigerator and all the silver of her parents ("because the homes in August steal treasure!"). Abolish the old and flabby rinseccoliti costumes so narrow as to clearly distinguish their religion. And away from the beaches of the classic gym-thirties who try with the girls showing off parcels front of disproportionate size (but c'avete put 'no rock? ). These subjects them to you nose in low doses during the summer but in August shut offices and warehouses and open yards. And so you find yourself ... Fuck I can not, I have to say Valentine of shit! Valentine shit!
Ok enough. It was a last time, is now past. I swear.
I said? Ah yes, the August. Precisely the August holiday is a throwaway and really unnecessary, but that shit ever since Valentine's Day!
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