In my area at fifteen you feel grown up and until yesterday they were called poppantines in the neighborhoods of the buildings, they fly in the face of a thousand blows and blows of mold and stone in these parts the choice? little kids over fifty with already in their pockets? coke and whoever touches these dirty things walks with his head held high, but doesn't cross paths? other eyesperipheries islands in full degradationItalian the war? here not in Belgrade and who isn't? able? well, just slaps, other than pearls you pretend not to see them and there? who ? below why? she lost her mind in a ravec'? who ? below, why? she lost it on a guard-railehi! times change and this remains? temporary? but the ground doesn't settle and in these parts it does? bombarded by stares, you play with respect? but with that of others in these parts you count if you assert yourself but you have to deal if you make yourself badly wanted
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I breathe the stale air of this province-I was born here-in the street I did practice
where I come from, in the parks, mothers and children, elderly people at the tables with cards and white books, kids in the oratory with footballs, shopping bags and ladies' trolleys, here in these parts, here nearby, when the sky doesn't cry, the sun gives rays that warm the environment what's up? around seven o'clock the baker opens his oven then the castle the center the shops the water of the lambro that flows inside the ditches the knife grinder still passes through these parts we talk about the future in a very close past and already? from the morning from the popular buildings Neapolitan music and the old ladies on the windowsills the schoolchildren with their school bags at the bus stop? those who live it and those who survive the day then the taxi drivers the chaos from the airport the market on Saturdays already full? at the provincial Ottoscenes this? he is eager for the same situations in all parts of Italy.
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