Terente will be our President, parol deoneur!
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Loading... - Jennifer Wood
- 26 Jul 2022
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Terente is going to be our president, parol deoneur, mercic beaucoup, enfen, enfin, dailhors, tujour parsive Romanian politics, we'll have a pardon, says Mr. Pârvulescu at an agape of political sociology ! Well, this Terente, great political philosopher. Keep your eyes on Didina. He invites her to dance. Didina pretends that someone from the PSD sent her some wrong SMS. Terente, jealous fire.
He grabs her around the middle and spins her around behind him. Hot tango. At dance school. Across the street, someone plays the saxophone, a woman puts a saint in his hat. He has a good hat, not the ones with holes like the ones from Calea Moșilor, the ones that landed an hour and a half from Băneasa. Parisians eat fried fish, what else can we talk about! Jumpers, spinners, cutters. Terente is their troublemaker, the police know well, you see, the police don't interfere in Terente's business.
Didina laughs, crazy. Someone from Arsenal tells me that Didina would have come a summer ago, just from the moon to Earth. It will be, I'm not saying no, Didina has a strange skin and a look that raises you from the dead. Well, that's why that deputy from the PSD is dead after her! You know, look so dead. Because he made a mistake in the ballot and passed the censure motion, the Pesedist government fell, nene! Terente shouts, plays the music louder, the French woman laughs at him and hums I don't know what tango. I also feel like getting on the dance floor to show them what I can do!
Well, what?! I can't spin like Terente spins with his Didina with everything? But look, space is curved as Didina reaches me, she has a different gravitational acceleration, you can see it from a post office. There's a hum and, look, the clocks are going crazy, you fools. Know that the power will go out and the weather won't come for two hours. The French woman, however, has some goodies and some of those with the accordion. They come in droves to see the miracle of the Moon, they come and sing like hell, without notes, by ear. What, I can't sing like that? It is not difficult.
I can even dance better than Terente. Yes, I know why Terente is acting crazy. People from the neighborhood chose him to be our candidate for the Presidency. I didn't resist but I warned them! If Terente somehow becomes the President of Romania, he forgets Didina, as she is, fallen from the Moon, forgets all of us, gives us a quick glance, you'll see. That's how politics is on Planet Mars too! From time to time, the elites are gripped by convulsions and propose utopian strategies of general salvation. The masses embrace the programs with a sort of frenzied fury. They pretend to understand the sentences of the text. In truth, elites and vulgar marry in a general boredom. Read More…
