Post #78273 by Swanky on Fri, Feb 27, 2004 3:26 PM

The text through Babelfish (yeah, this helps):
Bahia: to imbrunire; Paul Fish leggermente altered from the esalazioni of unusual cocktail and dressed only of its inseparable floreali usuals boxer and its infrafinger, chases a etereo and unattainable tawny angel from the sinuose and giunoniche shapes. In the sudden start one colorful is dragged nearby and caciarosa school of samba. Scoprira' only later on that the cake sweetens color chocolate she was the future spouse of the locale.Trasferito governor to Alcatraz in the November of the ' 98: cell 113. Biarritz, a pale dawn greets the young person and fearless Luky that, after to have terrorizzato all the waiter of the nocturnal premises of the coast in the beam of 200 kilometers, faces, scornful of the danger, an imposing anomalous wave. One notices late that in place of its trusted table is riding cio' that it remains of the secretary of the prefetto, champion of one crossed anti surfisti.Trasferito to Alcatraz in the February of the ' 99: cell 113. London: mattino forwarded; Ato Kona in one of its infallible disguises, is approached with making furtive the unit dolciumi of department store Harrods in order to make incetta of praline, Bon Bon and ice creams some; only that a palm of 3 meters and 1/2 with a lot of walnuts of several coconut, rutilanti ammennicoli, advanced limbs and dribble to the mouth, a lot easy unnoticed. Transferred to Alcatraz in the May of the ' 98: cell 113. Havana: late afternoon; Steve Never to the search of the sigaro perfect and leggermente traviato from some Mohito and from upsets of it of the rhythms Afro-Cubans is introduced furtively in a strange one held where it discovers some optimal ones "puros" abandons to you. In realta' reservoir personal of "lider maximo". Emprisoned like enemy of the revolution, it comes then exchanged with one manciata of shelters to you political because of the highest costs of its maintenance. Transferred to Alcatraz in the june of the ' 99: cell 113. Cell 113 Four brande, a maleodorante angle, a accozzaglia of gamelle, rested of latta and, in means, four assorted types evil you that their days pass rimirare with dreaming air one faded and smozzicato poster. Object of theirs turpe desire: one strange place, inhabited from waving beauties on a made background paradisiaco of palms, spiagge and a incontaminato sea; to troneggiare on all, one strange written granitica: ALOHA! To nothing they are worth years of searches in little supplied library of the institute, surveys between the locked up colleagues, pathetic imploranti letters to Lycea Colo'; of the exotic ALOHA: no news! A polveroso book, from the watertight one tito it: "KON TIKI", seems pero' to put in the just direction ours galeotti. A strange history of bearded individuals that, riding primitive boats of bamboo, they travel over again broken off preistoriche. And cosi ours derelitti taking advantage of the straw of the lori giacigli and little other, and being useful for the proverbiale fanfaronaggine of the guards of the famous penal colony, are found again at the mercy of the waves without other motor that their jackets sgualcite pushed from the wind, and without other energy that the smaniosa search of the mythical ALOHA. E' a long history of sea, cocktail multicolors, whirling sunsets and vorticanti dawn, that one that accompanies our heroes at this point (we can consider them such) of beach in beach, of port in port, skirt in skirt, always with the incubus of the international police to the calcagna. The only disguise that seems to work e' what it sees them in the unusual garments of one scalcinata orchestrina specialized in cheering the festivities of the wedding-lightning bolt of the numerous porno-tourists intercrosses to you in their tropical wanderings; until the day in which, in order to escape to the nth attempt of arrest, they find shelter on a cargo mails them. And, paradoxicalally, truce the captain of this rusty lousy car, from Charon of the Pacific transforms in a Noe' of the tropical deluge and them discharge, clandestines to the life, on a very small one scoglio martoriato from the waves. E' just on this gorge of world that they come collected from some strange figures, with the body ricopert