In the outskirts of Rome, close to the Tiber river, there’s an old fire station that has been remodeled for years, destined to become an orphanage. What happens inside the walls of this grey and decadent building has little to do with the metropolitan routine and seems to belong to an entirely different world… A colored and curious world where creativity is the engine of challenges and new, never-ending adventures…
They say boogers are the noses poop and that eating them is like licking the sole of a shoe… Well, without the crunchiness or the slightly salty aftertaste.
So you wanna adopt a kid huh…? A cute perfumed dumpling to mold in your image huh…? A puppy to bring along and show to your friends huh…? I bet you can’t wait to dress him ridiculously and teach him some education huh…? Uhm listen… Why don’t you buy a dog?
Being hit by lightning when you’re a child has some polar positiveness to it… It’s good knowing it as shockingly as possible…
The stars have said that if I’m late to nutrition class my karma could undergo through cosmic consequences strong enough to annihilate the vegan efforts I put myself through in order to highten my spirit at a quantic level.
“Olga… You’re the wisest and most balanced person I have ever created.” “Thank you God, you’re so wise!”
Being the coolest kid in school is hard work… Never cry in front of others… Always pretend to know everything… And above all, never ask questions. That’s why I only communicate with selfies!
Ma’am, once again, I insist in saying that this adoption issue is complete nonsense… You don’t know who you’re talking to… When my father comes to know about this he’ll be furious… Just wait for him to come back from the big slum…
Rap isn’t a game… Not here in the orphanage… Everyday we go to war for just a donut! Do you like family? Being a good daughter? There’s no boss here, not even a lock on the gates! Why are you looking at me weird? Are you out of breath? I’ll chew you up first and then spit you out with my rhymes!
If you think you can express the magnificence of a personality as amazing as mine in just four sentences, then you couldn’t be anymore wrong… On the other hand, I’m afraid there just isn’t enough space in your brains.
The real alligator skin hat I sewed yesterday ate the cat… Collateral effects of my super creative fashion!
How can a bycicle surpass the school bus in speed? What’s the official alien language? What does prestidigitation mean? The answer is within me, but unfortunately for you, it’s encrypted.
The hallway enlightens every child and takes them towards the snack temple… Only the right children ( and whoever has the regular permit ) will be admitted in the “milky and cookie” sanctuary.
I could never separate myself from Tersjolie… Though I could separate Tersjolie from itself… Like that time I sewed its head on ski barbie…