GARCH STORY
Lev Aciloljo of the Prophet (the illegitimate son of Posalf Jasco) 12500 AC
"will be times when four large calves walk to the beach from colored gravels. And one of the big calves forget to breathe and become the terror of the octopus. The second of the big calves ride the wind on a winged stem. The third whistle of the big calves and lose the hair on the head. The fourth of large calves will practice all games imaginable. Four calves are eight 'ornaments, but let's' this subject ... "
" And the four large calves founded a community and this community will have the name of four letters and four letters will be GARCH "The
GARCH first traces the historical record in the summers of distant early '70s. A little boy as black as a coal taught to another little boy, younger than him, and dressed in white like in October to fish the gudgeon to Scoglietti. In essence, the GA was born more or less the same years, the same little boy you could see it often tan in the company of three boys Florence, including one made of 90% blond curls. She had reached the
C.
It happened one afternoon, he felt that the G of Tarzan screams echoing throughout the valley. Luigino
communicated with someone in his own way, which responded by using the same language, the cries of Tarzan, for the note. Who was so bria'o to scream out loud like a pe'ora skinned? The G and R are met after a few minutes.
GARCH is an acronym composed of the initials of four friends. George, Andrew, Richard and Christopher. United by common origins (Elba), and especially by so much history, so many emotions, many casinos and incazzature, many booze and laughter, lots of shouting and singing loudly shared many friends. GARCH is now an idea of \u200b\u200bfriendship and sharing, which foolishly challenge the forces in their lives, they try to divide people, each bringing a shipwreck in the beach of their selfishness. For us there is a lonely beach: Nisportino, the other does not interest us. GARCH wants to be a storehouse of memories, not to forget the past, and dreams, not to forget that you live for the future. About
I wrote it, where we left him to write up an umbrella to a friend who 
physically no longer there. NOW
We (now) here (here), Nowhere (nowhere part!).
The story goes that the GARCH was born on a train to or from London (I think), though in a wagon train in which the undersigned, R and C, in the company of Charles traveled to one of the first "travel of hope. " (Not looking for healing or inspiration, but something much, much more prosaic ...). In short, we had the idea of \u200b\u200bputting in order the initials to create an acronym. And we began to experiment with a marker on the window. We wrote Garcia, entered the controller. Fate is, and Misfortune well.
Share
GARCH CARDS
The G .
Work with numbers, but plays with words. Married, two cats, a forest on the head (diradatasi only slightly in recent years) of sea urchin spines of stain. And the chaos in my head. Polpatore sorry, now a fervent environmentalist. If you are far from the sea more than eight days becomes hydrophobic, unbearable. If you do not see the Elbe for more than six months, ask for Anna, and brought it ol'ammazzate. The G. is one of the I-2, so wanted by police over the world, and hordes of fans (which we believe). The
A .
Work with electricity, a married father of blonde first heir to the GARCH.
famous pitcher of mullet and candles (when he lost the white bream), fisherman and hunter who did not repent. Windsurfer sorry. He also gets along with hair pretty well.
His boat is waiting at the port, and if they do not ever take it to sink pulled down by the weight of the mussels that inhabit the keel. If at least they were bone to eat .. End
poet, composed the song "The beard does not get cut .." sung by the I-2 years of onset. If you do not remember it because it was Bria. The
R . Single
sorry, working with chainsaws and play with the computer. It has no cats and no hair is visible, in reality, the growing on the contrary, there is pole? E 'memory, the archive of Garcia and he smashed his genitals to half the world in search of photos dating back to decades ago.
Singer, author of music from the beach, with the other G is the I-2. He is wanted by the police of half the world, the hordes of fans (which we believe), and several parents armed with shotgun yelling "Svergongnasti our figs!" (Ver population 'of tegamone ..) If
sempiternal traces remain of the GARCH Telematics you must put to him. O bravo! The
C . Married
well he works with Vainio (of vell'altri) and play with dreams. Tennis, sailing, volleyball, basketball, football (No 'a ombina Ceppa but I had to make the rhyme), motorcyclist, Pimpong, subbista, just .... He, too, move them apart from the sea and is filled with pustules like the kryptonite from Superman if ni ner latte. Dreamer. That is, damn!
The only thing that has ever done is sing or play something other than a telephone or a horn, I doubt whether it is just slightly out of tune. Sooner or later it will open a joint venture with a demand of fossil snails Nisportino, living with the proceeds of this activity until retirement age ..
Description By G
Write to Garcia garc.nisportino @ gmail.com
