To my friends, for children who were:
a story about friendship and about the meetings that make the heart beat!
The distance whatever it is does not matter, counts only the proximity of the soul.
Happy New Year!
Crù crùùù! Hello, are Paleolone Pallone: Paleolone the name and surname Pallone, call me Pallone, the Paleolone the PaleolonePallone, it's your choice to, the choice is yours!
Crù crùùù! Paleolone Pallone – quite sour! – the garbage man of the station. Flight on the tracks, zip along between a carriage and the other, pirouetted among travelers up to swoop down and hey presto, with a steering angle of wings landed pointing the spout into the slots to collect the crumbs ...! Work fine precision, in which speed and quickness are no exception! Yes yes yes, my friends, Paleolone Pallone for the Pigeon, pour Paleolon Pallon the Piccion quickly and well go hand in hand together!
Una via e una briciolina is briciolina! A touch of beak and a sweep of wings and all end up crumbs in my saddlebag! Via dive down there and a high jump here, work Paleolone Pallone is an obsession!
But sometimes struggling to gain acceptance! Crù crùùù! Are precisely those times when I, Paleolone Pallone, are the obsession! Giravolta horizontally and then down at the sight of a rolling sweet crumb. My jet wings, however,, causes havoc among humans: ooooh aaaah of uuuuuh!!! Via, via, or viaaaaa! But the crumbs are right there close, how do i? I have to go? I am the garbage man Paleolone Pallone station! And who else would I be? C'est moi ... because I can not be myself?
Idea! To fill the bag I will be lighter and more acute finch Eagles! Yes yes, ready like a cat waiting and silent as the pace of the snake! I will take the crumb suddenly and stealthily! I'll be on the ground, invisible and firm like a chameleon to wait for the right moment!
Bam bam bam ... no ... alcun CRU CRU crùùù crùùù! They must not see me or hear me, crawl on the ground with the pace of the Jaguar: swiss swiss swiss to grab the crumbs at the feet of the people! Ladies and gentlemen me voila, I'm back: Pallone Paleolone the garbage man of the station in version swissiolante, swiss swiss!
He haaaaaaa Yahooooo swiss slipped from one side of the track and my bag is again full of crumbs! I lock myself in and roll my curly like a ball: but on, I The Pallon! But, which is struggling to be what they are not ... my legs do not hold me more ... and that thirst: it is time for granita crù crùùù, crù crùùùù! Oh noooo not Cru crùùù! Shhh sssssssst Zitto Paleolone, you have heard, be quiet, ssssst! I close my eyes so I do not see anyone!
Oh ... but what happens? Tum tum tum, What raining from the sky? How do I look, if I open my eyes I see ... oi oi, that!!! Courage, I open one eye ullalà ... but this is a puppy to be human! But it is not like everyone else: is plump, round like a ball - Ball? I am one Pall! - And with those cabinets seems to have four eyes, two of which are as blue as the sky and watch at the same time his beak full of squares of iron. Certain that these humans are just weird: not have the beak tip!
Hi hi, but ... crù crùùù! Is mervelleux! It 'wonderful: rain crumb! The small ball throws me its crumb and my bag is now full again crù crùùù, crù crùùù!
The train of my new friend is leaving: farewell, goodbye! Farewell Ball, when you get your friend Paleolone Pallone will be here for you crù crùùù! I take a nice run and voila, spinning top I follow the train to greet ball until the last!
That hard work today, is easier to make the garbage man flying, But if I had not fallen to the ground I would not have met ball ... Oh who understands us something in my gift bag full of crumbs: games are never done, games are never made: is life crù crùùù!
Paleolone ball now flies high in the clouds, knows that tomorrow will double the effort because it will have to run in a slip for the whole station… SSSST not believed crùùù, no crù crùùù! Today, however, feels light and his heart beats for his new friend Ball crù crùùù!
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