"A Milanese Napolitaine, one, for table five!" yelled the waiter in the direction of the kitchen where the famous chef, Rodolfo Monti, was tasting his world famous recipe known as "Spaghetti Putanesca with stinging nettle sauce".

"Mmmh questo é eccellente, straordinario, splendido, incomparabile !" the chef exclaimed in ecstasy as a long strand of "spaghetti al dente" disappeared noisily, swallowed up in his mouth.

"Two lasagnas à la bolognaise, two, for the seven!" shouted again the head waiter with a new order.

"Wait un pó, I'm not una machina! " steamed the " maestro " while he tasted his sixth spaghetti dripping with sauce.

"Humm, it's 'incommensurabile', exquisite, exceptional, " favolosi "! the chef couldn't stop from repeating himself with his mouth full, while dunking a hunk of bread in the sublime sauce and wiping his mustache with his sleeve.

The defendant was accused of assault with a firearm and the robbery of two chickens and six eggs.

Despite the testimony of four witnesses, the discovery of hundreds of feathers in his house, without speaking of a stew pot full of chicken bones and an old frying pan with leftovers of an omelette, the famous lawyer Mario Puzotti, at the end of an eloquent defence, managed to persuade the jury of his client's innocence and to convince them that the true guilty one was society.

The accused was freed ipso facto and, under thundering applause and cries from
the public of "encore, encore," the talented lawyer was obliged to return several
times to bow to his frenzied audience.

The hole was far away, Mauro Rugolin needed to hit hard, but with accuracy. He
knew he could do it; several times, he had seen Tiger do the same. That afternoon, a crowd had come to see him and they were all hoping to witness his magnificent drive.

He spread his legs exactly how one should. In perfect synchronization, he initiated a rotation of his shoulders and waste while stabilizing his right knee just a little.

At first, he glanced an instant at his distant objective while drawing a small smile of self-importance.

He continued his impeccable movement while concentrating on the little white ball.

He remained immobile several seconds and with all his force…gave a tremendous whack lifting an enormous clod of earth. The little ball was never found, but the clod of earth finished its arc on the head of the referee, who had to be hospitalized because of a huge bruise above his left eye.

For the third time that day, the Principle of the "Sacred Heart" school went to make a little visit to the class of Miss Liliana Pérez, the most attractive teacher at the school.

Once again the students stood up and greeted the Principal in loud voices, "Good morning Mr. Principal." "Alright, alright, that is enough," he said, a little embarrassed.

"Well…..I was just passing down the hall and I thought you might need something. You do not need some chalk, a thumbtack, a little tube of glue?". "No thank you … it is very nice of you," answered the young woman blushing a
little.

"Fine, if you need the slightest little thing Miss Liliana, do not hesitate to call me, OK?" said the Principal leaving the classroom. "Goodbye Mr. Principal!" cried the students as they jumped up having let some books drop on the floor.

"Fine, fine, OK, OK….let's stop with the greetings!" said the Principal a little bothered as he disappeared into the hall.

Nothing bothered Ellen Jones more than when, as a teenager, her brother declared that a woman should be a housewife and nothing more. Since then, she had no other objective than to become an independent woman. She studied like a maniac and, even though she was extremely competent, needed to work twice as hard as her male classmates. She knew that for a woman, it was two times harder to succeed in a man's world.

Today, as general manager of Ethical Planet Corporation, a company of 3,000
employees, when she thinks of what her brother had once said, she closes her
eyes and a smile comes to her lips.

Nurse Claudia please report to rooms 8 and 12" announced the loudspeaker of the central hospital. Ten minutes later the presence of the same nurse was requested for rooms 9, 11 and 12.

Fifteen minutes later, she was requested for rooms 6 and 18. Intrigued, the head doctor, who at this precise minute was taking his blood pressure, asked why so many patients were asking for the same nurse. "I do not know" said the head nurse. "It's the new assistant nurse who started this morning. "Look…. it is that one with the syringe in her hand."

Down the hallway came a young woman with a sensual walk and magnificent curves. She stopped in front of the head doctor and asked in a seductive voice, "Do you need anything, doctor?" The doctor's pupils dilated, a bead of sweat slid down his forehead, and the blood pressure meter made a strange noise and then let escape a thin stream of smoke.

Louis-Philippe de Cabernet Sauvignon delicately placed the point of the corkscrew exactly at the center of the cork of the 1990 Bordeaux. Even if all the emotion made his wrist tremble, he slowly removed the cork and the characteristic pop of an uncorked bottle resonated against the walls of the wine cellar. He examined its appearance and while smelling it a slight smile illuminated his face. He slowly poured the precious liquid into a crystal glass
which he raised a little to appreciate the clear and brilliant contents, an intense cherry red color with hints of ruby, and touches of sober red-browns.

He approached the glass to his nose, closed his eyes and smelled the explosion of chocolate aroma, truffles, aromatic woods, leather, all which were incredibly elegant, an expression of an infinite varietal. He brought the precious liquid to his lips, sipped and ….realized he had forgotten to rinse the glass.

Traces of dishwashing powder which were on the glass gave the wine a slight taste of a hand soap with an aroma of deodorant and a bouquet of detergents, all perfectly balanced with grand complexity and harmony.

When he was eight, everybody felt sorry for Rubén Ponce. His little legs were as skinny as two sticks, sprawling out when he ran. But when he had the ball at his feet, there was nobody who could take it off him unless he was actually tripped up and would fall down like a stone. His father soon realized his son´s great potential as well as the lack of muscle strength needed in order to succeed in football.

Over ten years, his father put him on a strict diet of pasta Bolognese, Spanish omelets, scrambled eggs with chorizo and rich stews with chickpeas and lots of bacon. At age eighteen, the young Rubén was healthy as a horse, his legs inspired fear and, although his hip feints had been a little dimmed by his growing pot belly, his natural ability was still intact and no one was able to make him fall so easily anymore.

The cup, of which he dreamed holding in his hand for so many times, became a reality.

Neither the sprain in his shoulder blade, nor the horrible tendonitis in his left arm could keep the tenacious Gustavo Lanzaro from raising up high the trophy that he had just won.

The 'missiles' at 249 km/h which his opponent was firing managed to break 4 rackets, but not his moral courage.

His coach, the famous Spaniard Pepe Galleta, inspired by the renown 'Serrano' ham, made him follow a strict diet of only and exclusively acorns for the period of one year. The hard months of training were terrible, but compared to such an excellent victory, the sacrifice seemed justified.

The only unpleasant thing was the beastly bad breath which wouldn't go away and the pronounced aversion for the Iberico ham.

Chris was a happy man, without the least doubt, a winner. "Fortune smiles at the courageous" he had the habit of saying. His schedule was always overbooked. When he wasn't on a business trip he was at his office giving orders, talking on the mobile phone, sending messages and emails or buying and selling shares. A hyperactive.

When he traveled by plane, it was always in business class and taking advantage of his VIP status.

He wore only custom-made Italian shoes, English tailored suits and best quality shirts. He slept but 4 hours a night, dreaming of financial markets and stock options. He saw himself as future president of the company, until one day………a huge wave of stress and a terrible nervous breakdown led him to re-think his life.

He bought a mountain cabin, a hammock for two and from time to time went butterfly hunting. Chris is really a happy guy.

Doctor José Batle was a recognized expert in his field. His diagnoses, always exact, saved the lives of hundreds of people and earned him the admiration of high society.

Everything was going perfectly until the day when, arrived to his office, the most
well-known actress in Hollywood, the ravishing Marilyn Hayworth, victim of a
sprained little finger.

Without wasting an instant, Doctor Batle had the patient take off her clothes to
assure himself that she had no other complications anywhere on her body. After
a thorough and detailed examination, he confirmed that…he had fallen deeply in
love.

The diva thanked him for all his diligent attention and left the office leaving in the air behind her a suggestive perfume of camellia. Ever since that day, Doctor Batle never stops thinking of the great Marilyn, hoping that she sprains another finger so that he can perform a new examination, this time even more detailed.

Paquita Gutiérrez was scared to death of dentists. For the last few days she has been tortured by a tooth. At first, she was hoping that it would simply go away, then she tried all the pain killers in the medicine cabinet. After 3 days, she went to see Carmen, her neighbor who did talking therapy. After 5 days, and not being able to stand it anymore, she made an appointment with the eminent dentist, the doctor Salomon Mimran, whose reputation was the talk of Paris. Paquita, her jaw deformed by an enormous abscess, sat down in the dentist's chair as if it were the electric chair.

"Octor, is it goin to 'urt?" asked Paquita, her words deformed by the inflammation.

"No madam, you won't feel a thing", lied the doctor, "you are in good hands. Let's see, open up and we will look at this infected molar."
"Ehh….is alwedy open" said Madame Gutiérrez.

Calolo Oviedo had always been a dandy. He adored the company of young women with long legs and voluptuous shapes. The day he met Delma, he fell in love immediately, love at first sight. And when the ravishing Delma learned that Mister Oviedo owned many oil wells, she also fell madly in love.

An afternoon of wild passion, Calolo was at the point of sinking his yacht. You
should have seen him running, with little hops, from the bow to the stern, in his
bathing trunks, with a bottle of Champagne in the hand, chasing the woman of his heart.

What passion! Even if Calolo had to stand on a little bench to kiss his beloved and take pills to maintain his vigor, the fervor of his love was rising like his shares on the stock market. Up until the moment when he passed out and his doctor advised him to calm his love lust.

Abel Robino rode unperturbed on his magnificent motorcycle. He knew that women were crazy about him. They adored his beautiful tattoos, his athletic physique and his luring profile. Robino, however, had only eyes for his motorcycle.

The only thing that interested him in the entire world was to speed to SturgisCity to attend, in August, the legendary and fabulous Black Hills Motor Classic.

After 10 years of uninterrupted riding, he had acquired both experience and
self confidence, but what he without a doubt had caught, was an insupportable
irritation on his rear end. While letting nothing appear on his face, he continued
his route expressionless, like a knight of modern times.

Raul Mayo has always been fascinated by cars. As a boy, he collected all the
miniature cars he could find in toy stores or flea markets. His best memory was
a little car of silver metal not larger than a match box. He loved it. He named it
"the Silver Arrow." When he rubbed it on the ground, it took off like a rocket.

The car was marvelous, sensational. Unfortunately, he lost it during one of his house moves. Teenager, he got a job as delivery boy at the town's most prestigious car dealer, his only goal was to be next to luxury cars.

Today, a number of years have passed. Raul has succeeded very well and he has been able to buy himself some very expensive collector's cars at auctions, reassembling all the models which he had always dreamed of. But there is still one which is missing, one that he will never be able to find, the most beautiful and the most extraordinary of all of them, the "Silver Arrow."