Nice Zippered Housecoat

Knight and Day.

Dopo Ricky Martin e Tiziano Ferro, faccio anch'io coming out.

Iniziamo col dire che non sono gay. Voglio dire: non è che uno che fa coming out deve essere per forza gay. E che è sennò, vogliamo discriminare chi non è gay? Non passiamo da un estremo all'altro, per favore. Anche se, devo ammettere, il fatto di essere etero non mi creates particular pride, as I did not create the fact of being gay. There 's been so, we say. In practice, who cares if someone is gay or straight.

So I speak lies. White lies, to be precise, as the title. Let me explain: When I'm at work happens to pass someone, like a captain, a chief clerk, an engineer and asks me if I saw some such.

-hey, hello. You have to if you seen someone?

Good. To this question I always answer, inevitably, from twenty-three years it was here two minutes ago. He 's gone that way. and indicates a random direction. The fact is that it is never true. Never. And the strange thing is that none of those who ask me this thing, have you ever asked but may I ask all those who were here two minutes ago? In fact, if you think it is strange that at least twenty-three years now, whoever I was appointed "was here two minutes ago," you think? I mean, there must be a time a guy I have not seen. But no: I am asked anyone who was here two minutes ago. But if it happens that I am asked who I have really seen, then I say that I have not seen. I am a creative say.

Sometimes I exaggerate a bit '.

-hello. Have you seen the case for this?

-Si, was here two minutes ago (and I seemed). He 's gone that way. He was carrying a black bag (also provide details) and told me to tell you that I expect the guy in the office.

-A black bag? And what was he doing with a black bag?

-E as I know, not ask him. I said just tell you that I wait in the office.

-Okay, thanks.

-shape.

course is what I do when there are only like five minutes off, so that when they return to ask for an explanation of my behavior, I do not find it.

You say, is okay, but the next day?

E che ne so. Magari il giorno dopo sono di riposo e poi faccio la notte. E dunque per almeno una settimana non mi rivedono e quando riappaio si sono già dimenticati. E magari mi chiedono se ho visto un certo tizio.

E la vita va avanti così. Cosparsa da innocenti bugie.