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The story is quite long, it began ten months ago lost in the jungle, they called it Big Flat
we don't know what it was before, perhaps a small hotel perhaps a hospital or maybe it was the home of a Pasha
Rumor has it there were people living there Each one with its own flag
different nations and pronunciation of each name, but all of them were lovers of a strange potion
The first (guy) behaved according to the Bon-Ton They call him Simon, for him the Big Flat was 'la Maison'
smart guy, learned, always going around, we used to open all the bottles of wine with his tire-bouchon
The second was an interesting guy with a fascinating look Italian guy, with his gallant behavior
He was the master of pancakes without exaggerating, Zio, it seemed to eat at the restaurant
The third was a bit shy, they call him Martin as close friend he had a mouse, Jerry
He made delicious dinners, You could not see him often around, but you could hear his steps.
In the house there was also an Englishman, head held high, straight shoulders He loves John Paul but not the churches
He taught us : two straight fingers don't mean "peace" or "affection", but "*** off"
if you waste your time in (web) chat come here, Bro They call it the Big Flat, The rest is just a waste of time.
if you waste your time in (web) chat come here, Bro they call it the Big Flat, the Big Flat
The fifth was a lover of bisons, of homemade pizzas, of apples in the cakes
We spent afternoons together on the lake till the sunset, he is the typical flat mate who leaves you nice memories,
Moritz seemed a bit German and a bit Dutch, but actually he comes from Belgium...such a beautiful country
a clever guy, a lover of the Orient (girls), very humorous as very few people
Giachi: Uncle of all, lyrical pianist and specialist in 'leaks' and 'counterpoints'
expression of Courtly Love, and then lover of classic, ecclesiastical, Spanish and Canadian style
Malte is a tall, big guy...tall and redhead if you make him angry, he shoots you with the eyes like a Thompson
a German boy, blue eyes, light skin, Rumor has it he was good in seducing girls
Giada cames from Italy always smiling, even when there was tension in the air
She was an artist, optimistic and revolutionary... but she left before Juvenalia started
Clement was very funny, coinvolgente (how to translate????), domicile in Ambassada, of which he was addicted
He was an experienced hunter a tip: if you see him, never leave your facebook account open
if you waste your time in (web) chat come here, Bro They call it the Big Flat, The rest is just a waste of time.
if you waste your time in (web) chat come here, Bro they call it the Big Flat, the Big Flat
In the house there was another hunter: a Wallon guy his name is Laurent, expert prankster
He created GIFs, he loves MILFs, occasionally he used to give "kiss kiss" to some spliffs.
Chiel loved to dance commercial and house music, "Zwarte Piet " who helped Santa Claus
Dutch man, from those places where there is good weed... one day we'll come there, bro, and you will be our guide
Natalia used to cook potatoes, cigarette and coffee to spend the nights,
She is German as Malte, present in all the parties unfortunately she also came back home soon.
Gabor, great worker, he loves gang *** every weekend he organized great parties
I remember, with nostalgie, of all those dinners cleaned at the end with his "magic finger"
Tragic was the end, sopping wet and a bit weak I recount this legend with your permission
I describe the memory carved into the souls House of magical nights, Home always with the traffic, Home
reference point and shelter, I was the twelfth, "Perfect Italian"
I leave also this home, because we always wander looking for new places, places like our Big Flat