Once upon a story, there was a young lady called Angie who was angry from sunrise to midnight, grinding her teeth and stomping her feet, but then the midnight would come and she would suavely sing to the stars and the night dew, until the sun would rise again to make her fists clench.
a man who liked to always point his point out, at a certain point pointed his finger at the wrong person who pointed a gun at him and made his pointed head vanish in a thousand tiny points.
un signore a cui piaceva sempre mettere i puntini sulle i, a un certo punto puntò il dito, per l’appunto, contro la persona sbagliata, che puntò un fucile contro di lui e fece sparire la sua testa in mille piccoli punti.
il venditore di angoli spese tutto il giorno tagliando angoli su misura per una noiosa stanza ovale nella casa del governatore, una serie di angoli a 360 gradi per gli studenti della classe quinta, e l’angolo tra Elms Street e Poplars Street.
the owner of the Corners Shop spent the day cutting bespoke corners for the oval room in the governor’s villa, a set of 360-degrees corners for the students of the fifth year, and the corner between Elms Str. and Poplars Str.
a man dressed in turquoise was struggling to take a picture of his ultramarine labrador licking the cerulean water of a lonely sea.
l’uomo dal completo turchese stava affannosamente tentando di catturare una posa del suo labrador oltremare che leccava l’acqua cerulea di un mare introverso.
he gently caressed the rough marble surface, his left hand holding tightly the chisel he had purchased in Bergen.
there was once a little Robert
who cracked his thin black pen
and all the ink poured on the ruled pages
and stank the notepad up
and the inkstink travelled
and stank the whole class up
and invaded the whole school
until the whole world was stinking of inkstink
til little Robert ripped the page
that stank of inkstink
to make a paperboat
when nobody was looking, the tun-ga-dooh stole the spicy slice of pie and rolled away, whirly as a sirocco.
mentre nessuno lo stava osservando, il tun-ga-dooh rubò una fetta di croccante crostata e rotolò via, schivo come lo scirocco.
Maccus, Buccus and Pappus were once practicing open outcry on the trading floor, when the stock market suddenly fell down, and instead of crashing, it bounced off and up to reach the ceiling, then the sky, then the atmosphere, until it disappeared from sight.
the Prince of Alubani had thought it would be good publicity to decorate the Hollywood actor impatiently tapping his foot with the country’s Medal of Righteousness for efforts that he maybe would be prepared to make to save humanity – or at least part of it.
after coming back to work from an extended invasion trip to the Americas, mr Thorgersen found out that somebody had replaced his special chair for tall people with an ordinary office chair.