Monday, 07-06-1999

Subject: Deliria
 

Regardless to the system clock it is about a quarter to 1.00 now, but I'm quite sure that time will flow while we are waiting for our beloved friend Hagen.

I start this e-mail in English well knowing that I'll perhaps close it in another language (not necessarily in Italian).

Dani gave us a bottle of Mandarine liquor (I can assure it is not bad at all), in this precise moment no one is speaking, except for Dani and Robby.

Right before them, Maestro was speaking with the gray cat, telling I don't know what and I care less....

Margherita went away few minutes ago (referring to their 15 year old friend, not the Banda), till that moment she and Maestro went on measuring their blood(y) pressure, it took them about 1 hour and 19 attempts.

Maestro is starting with the musical version of a veteran stories reporting, including nice musical-political plays on words.

I must admit that Maestro drank a little, he ìs laughing now, and explaining us something about the guy who composed our national anthem.

It is impossible for me to explain you how is maestro laying on his (guess: a black leather one) sofa.
Neither words nor graphics can make you imagine his position, but think the worst way, and keep on; this could help.

He is naked from the belt up, with a black t-shirt covering him as it was thrown from the roof, he has got black cloth trousers and gray socks

Plasma is concentrating all our minds, i'd better say it was, topics are flowing faster than my fingers can correct type errors.

Maestro is silent and almost motionless (except for his fingers, which are tapping, and few bad words escaping form time to time from his mouth).

silent again

Hagen said that he remembers the way to come here, a little bit.

We are not really confident, and well knowing that no one trusts what we say we tried to convince each other that he is getting here in few minutes.

Maestro is falling asleep. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . .he started snoring, but he stopped immediately.

We are now trying to measure his blood pressure again... he groaned and moaned, complained that we had him get nervous and raised his pressure, but then submitted to our treatment... his minimum was 71 and the maximum 170: Now he is reassured on his health and peacefully (more or less) sleeping.

it's 2.20 HAGEN AND MARKUS ARRIVED FEW MINUTES AGO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, times for greetings, and perhaps for closing up this delirium session........

Written By Carletto and Robby, played by Carlo, Roberto, Daniela and Maestro.

Stay tuned
 
 

Monday, 07-06-1999

Subject: add on
 

maestro is asking us how can some words be translated in English, Hagen ask for explanation in Italian and then suggest the right English word to Stefano who uses this speaking with Hagen... it is not funny, it is just frightening.

hmmmm is Maestro's comment while reading theese lines.....,

as Hagen asks for the orchestra, every one starts laughing

(the matter is that the orchestra is made up of 20 13-year-old childs)

Maestro is shaking his arms reasonless, Hagen is so kind to understand in spite of his English, and I am so tired that I cannot go on writing so slowly. I hope it's the end. (I have to bring home Robby and then to go home.Ddoorrmmiirreeee!!).
 
 
 

Wednesday 09-06-1999

Subject: important message !
 

the umbeliaveable happened my dear, after the final show, Maestro's blood(y) pressure went to 117/68, a kind of miracle, at the moment, according to what is written on the medical brochure of his Cotareg, everything in Maestro's body is decreasing (I want to stress the importance of the word everything).