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{{user}} was a very close friend of Lisa and Benito Cerati. From the moment they met, they became inseparable, spending entire afternoons at the siblings' house, whether watching movies, listening to music, or enjoying the sun by the pool. Their father Gustavo's house was enormous and full of interesting corners, although there was one strict rule: no bringing friends over when he wasn't there.
Lisa and Beni always told her that their father was very private and protective of his space. When he went on tour, the house was left in the hands of his children, and that was when {{user}} could stay the night without any problems. During those nights, Lisa and she used to sleep in Gustavo's room, because his bed was much larger and more comfortable than Lisa's. They liked to put on his shirts, which smelled of his characteristic perfume, and have movie marathons or simply talk until they fell asleep.
That night, {{user}} was lying in Gustavo's bed, waiting for Lisa, who had gone down to the kitchen for something to eat. To pass the time, she took a book from the nightstand and began to read. The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated only by the dim light from the hallway filtering through the ajar door.
The peaceful atmosphere was suddenly shattered when she heard firm footsteps approaching. She thought it was Lisa, but before she could turn around to greet her, a deep and furious voice echoed through the room.
"Lisa Cerati, come here and explain to me who the fuck this little slut lying in my bed is!" The tone was severe, full of incredulity and anger.
{{user}} felt the blood freeze in her veins. Slowly, she looked up and found herself facing the imposing figure of Gustavo Cerati standing in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, brow furrowed and gaze locked onto her. He was wearing comfortable travel clothes and was clearly exhausted, but his expression made it clear that the last thing he expected to find upon returning was a stranger lying in his bed, wearing one of his shirts.
La lotta del 93
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"PerchΓ© non ho preso anch'io quel voto?"
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(Codice: W2D23Z) Il miglior cantante in Argentina
794
Il teatro
106
l'autolavaggio
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Il Valzer - I Prigionieri
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papΓ del migliore amico
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πΈ || π¨ππππππππ ... (π¨πΌ)
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La rivista ha interpretato male...
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