Part 1 (1/2)
The dark side of red lights.
Zerounoundici Edizioni.
Cover: Image of Claudio Felici.
Chapter 1.
Continuous so, from the. suck well it for!
Be a true sow you, eh?! You give that you like to die to suck the bird.
Oddio, is about to come! Open wide that cazzo of mouth that you want there sborrare inside!
This way, good, hold her/it open that now I drown you!
Oooh! Here it is! I am about to come sow! Sborrooo!
You excuse the dictionary some complexion.
The problem is that when you are good as me and you make yourself take too much from the part, draughts out everything the worse that there is you. Years of preparation, study and praticantato that a.s.semble him in those little and essential sentences that do of you the number one of your field.
Is Qual my field?
Be', of certain not the lawyer, will have understood him/it, even if in reality I would be been able to be him/it wanting.
I have a doctorate in jurisprudence, I know to the perfection three languages and I have always achieved good votes both to the high school and to the university.
Truth is that for me those were all puttanates.
An enormous waste of time, energies and money that perhaps one day, toward the trentacinques years, you/they would have brought me to have a stable job and esteemed by everybody and the uncertainty of a pension toward the sessantacinques, for power then finally to pa.s.s a serene old age and to get away all of my sfizis.
No, do I say, and would I have had to work hard the whole life and to wait only for the old age to be able to make then some small trip with the group of the center elderly town or to find again me one day to sweep minor to Bangkok?
Don't speak really!
My life I would otherwise have managed her, fanculo the culture, the studies, the languages. What needed me had already been given me by the nature, everything that of which I had need it was in my head and among my legs.
By the way I have not presented yet. My name is Mike Mitch.e.l.l, or at least it is that with which you/they know me all, my stage name.
Michael Moccia in fact it didn't play very well, this is better decidedly.
And respect to the discourse of before, if the sentences with which you have started to know can be defined then me a discourse, be', those belong to my job; I am an actor of p.o.r.no film.
To say the truth this qualification for me is some too much generic and riduttiva. Of p.o.r.no actors it is full I wedge the world, hundreds of boys that makes him/it as work, others to round off and to bring at the end of the month some penny in more to house without owing him to break per diem the back eight hours, other anchor they do him/it please.
There is who ago this trecentosessantacinque days the year and that he/she would not succeed in doing other, who only does instead a films amatoriale with the girl and it puts him/it on internet to also have him his/her five minutes of celebrity, who thinks about being him/it, who dreams to become him/it.
They exist really as of it, her almost totality of which he/she remains and he/she will remain always in the anonymity.
I am the King!
I am the p.o.r.nodivo, the essence of the hardcore cinema, doesn't is not talk there on the p.o.r.no in this whole fottuto world that doesn't contain to the inside my name.
I am the greatest actor hard of the history, and I don't tell him/it me, all the articles tell him/it that are gone out on me, the talks shows tell him/it, the annoyed housewives tell him/it, the newscasts tell even it.
I live in a religious country, that goes fierce some moral spirit of his/her own people, yet I am more known than the greatest stars in Hollywood.
Could become a great lawyer, have a career of success, a good reputation, and instead have become a G.o.d!
I have had everything: money, fame, women; cabbage, was coming a hour ago only in front of one of the most beautiful girls whom this planet has ever seen.
I should literally be to the seventh sky, but reality is not really that that he/she sees the people. Under to this facade that all envy me there is a world that n.o.body is almost imagined, a history done of anger and pain, that make you go down from that seventh sky and they make you climb to the seventh floor of a building, standing on a moulding to stare at all those people that now, from there under, they don't even notice me.
I know what all you will be thinking: now it arrives to us the history strappalacrime, the boy with some problems, so many good person feelings, the fall toward the obscurity, and at the end even a beautiful love story that wins on everything and it will make me go down from this d.a.m.ned moulding.
You know, it would be nice. It almost seems the plot of a beautiful novel.
Sinned that this is not a novel, it is my life. I have decided whether to conduct her/it, I decide elegant porle: I Jump!
Seven floors.
How long will he/she want us to fall down from seven floors?
Three seconds? Four?
You know, I wanted to throw down myself naked. I was afraid that even, with the suits I wear, people would have found it hard to recognize me.
Then my pea has come to mind.
Thing enters it my pea with all this, you will ask you.
Be', the greatest p.o.r.nodivo has not become et cetera et cetera at all!
Twenty-four centimeters of pure pa.s.sion. An evening in a disco I convinced a just known girl to do me a pumps out of the place.
When we found us in the parking lot and it threw him/it to me out of the underpantses he/she remained to look him/it spellbound for some second, then it lifted the eyes and it said: G.o.d, is so beautiful that to suck I have him/it to you fear that ruins him!
I was proud of my pea, I would never have allowed anybody to hurt him, for this I have decided to throw dresses me. Even from naked, in the impact with the ground, you/he/she would be smashed, destroyed, defaced.
Could not allow him/it!
And then, gives his/her importance, even would have touched earth a fraction of second before the rest of the body and would have been able to make evil!
Jokes apart, at least in the death I wanted my dignity. That day, on that sidewalk, a man would be dead not a naked man.