Luciano_01
The square
"Wheat-granooo-granooooooo ... the most beautiful grain of the whole square."
"where-when-where the most beautiful when the entire market ... Where-ove-ove."
"Look at the fish - but look at that fish - but I look at him fish! Fish-Seafood-fresh-fresh-fish FESCO directly from the sea, the Adriatic ocean, fish directly from fishermen them of the Serenissima Republic of Venice!
Oranges-manadarini-limoniii ... orange-mandarin-orange-tangerine-limoniii ... ... limoniii best oranges, mandarins more flavorful, more juicy lemons bought in the United Two Sicilies, and brought in the public square by Antonello Picciotto Palemmo from your grocer, ah! Mandarin-orange-limoniii ... "
" Textiles-woven cotton-wool-damascatiii ... ... canapaaa-Silk-Silk-Silk ... Silk of the Cinaaa Cinaaa ... ... ... Cinaaa of Silk-Silk-Silk ... Madame the Countess, the I look at that beautiful silk that I care about. The thinking I looked directly at her, his gracefulness in clothing. Only yesterday I came back from a long trip to India and she is the first in which the monster nobilidonna. Look at that embroidery, that light ... I know a tailor who packs a dress that enhance even more, allow me, as early as its beautiful forms ... And for her daughters? But look at that cotton! Do you think, coming back from India I stopped a few days in Mesopotamia and beyond, when I saw this cotton, I thought of her daughters ... How beautiful my cotton, but if you look at them ... imagine them worn by her daughters ... I'm not joking when I say that they purchased cotton and tailored to the tailor of the court, well ... you can marry, quite nobly, his daughters in a very short time. And those velvet? But you watch these velvets ... not a charm? Lo Conte Arcimboldo, its excellent groom with these worn velvet, with an emperor and these seem worn velvet and a silk shirt and a cloak Damask will be portrayed by the court painter and the image of the count will remain in secula seculorum ... But it's you, Madame the Countess Julia Beeela I want to meet ... but saw this fine silk? but the view was good this silk? think that the silk worms, they might work better, I've been specially blessed by the Franciscan friars in the service of the Emperor of Japan ... the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit came in and silk worms. The Holy Spirit entered the silk to decorate, let me say quietly, thanks to the innate Venus in her body, the innate mysterious beauty of her face, the innate purity of his soul ... "
"... Negro Slaves Slaves Slaves negriiiiiii negriii ... ... more forced the Negro slaves of black ... look at that body, which muscles, legs! For the first and last time on the market square of the illustrious city of Carpi black slaves directly from Africa ... negraaa Slave Negro slaves negreee ... ... ... slaves negreeeeeee Negro slaves as workers in the world. Son was caught in the vast rice fields of the Sahara desert and taken to the first and last time on this public square ... good cook, good laundresses, exceptional in making the facts of the house, hard-working ... ... Slaves Slaves negriii negreee ... "
And I, Luciano bbona from Porto, of humble origin of Provence, to free julle et precarious profession as well as acrobats and story-telling troubadour and art throughout Italy as well as Comedian of the theater into the street, I go to the market in the square MISUSE Emilian town of Carpi, rule of Pius, cousins \u200b\u200bof the unforgettable Countess Matilde di Canossa.
Here, under the Portico of the Grain, there is a market. From there, beyond the moat, there is the castle of the Lords, and from here but you can not see beyond the castle, there is the Church of the festival, which was built by Alboino iglesia, King of the Lombards. And on the banner of this city there is a carpine, this lowland endemic tree between the Alps and the Apennines. And in the carpine summit, that there is? There is a hawk! A hawk king Alboino lost in a hunt, but found himself in the top of a carpine.
And there, down the north side of the Portico of Wheat, in an hour, there will be a launch of the short story Cathedral City, Cathedral made almost a copy, almost in the manner of the Roman church of S. Peter.
The moat surrounding the castle, on the west side, continues in the city and, shortly after the Long Portico, along the little Herb Market where there are plenty of verdure and fruits, all locally produced. Just beyond the harbor there looks out upon the Church S. Francis.
way back, before the reimboccare Portico del Grano, you can turn left and after a little walk and crossing a gateway to the wall, we arrive at the church of the Monastery of San Nicolò.
It is rumored in the city, that there is a secret tunnel from the castle to reach the church of S. Nicholas (there ... outside the walls), and the church, another secret tunnel that reaches Gonzaga, the town of Gonzaga Gentlemen, friends and relatives of Pio.
But here, the square is animating. They come
riders, coaches, two and four horses, soldiers, even soldiers with weapons fogo (I think they are called "policeman"), flag wavers, musicians with trumpets and drums ... ah, behold, there I see the Duke, Ildefonso XXV ° d'Este with his wife Peppers Hauteville, who came directly from the district MISUSE Ferrara, the capital of the duchy. And ... and ... now I see them, and their side Pio Albert I and his wife, Bernarda from Forlinpopoli.
What's going on? All the nobles and aristocrats diverge and ... and ... ah, here comes the car of the bishop, Monsignor Cestokovic by Carol Krakovja, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola.
The carriage model Pope-mobile is driven by four white horses trotting midgets with music, on the roof of the coach There are four little children that sonano two two trumpets and the drum. Le petit infants have a small stoffetta chiffon covering the groin and salt on the shoulder, fluttering in the wind ... the angels of heaven, appear.
The driver is dressed in white and yellow Tripicchio edged with gold fringe, and long blond hair with his jacket open in front, broad shoulders and muscular chest, legs, athletic, decisive gestures and sports ... I see that several ladies exchanging winks looks that express your thoughts ... rather chaste, but ... I feel another one that says: "Bonazzi the" other, response: "Yes, but it is a seminarian," and the Background: "They do it, so do they, and how if they do. And then, what, it looks like a sample of ... of ... of the gym! "
waived this talk of the court square and behold, the driver approaches the car at the side of the cathedral, The cab is white and yellow, as the colors of the Papal States, but ... but ... good to see the white of the finest Carrara marble, and yellow is yellow is ... ... the yellow is gold. Where the driver has allocated the bishop's carriage, the warriors have done to move violently blind and lame, beggars and gypsies driving them, I repeat, badly crashed. The coach backs
a little 'and the center of the square, two masters of ceremonies opened the door of the carriage. Other clerics spread out a cloth of velvet, diamond white and red colors of the city. Among soft drum roll and trumpet sounding, all bow pourque you can glimpse the right hand of Monsignor by Carol Cestokovic Krakovja, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola, gently move the right hand window of the pink satin carriage. While
tut-the-world is bowed, the bishop of ceremonies help to rise from the seat of the cab. The most holy bishop stands up and ... and ... and ... Open up the sky ... or principles, the Benediction to the people with the triple sign of the cross.
Tut-the-place has remained open-mouthed for the sacredness of the act. At the first sign of the cross all it shut on the second rose a chorus of "Oh oh" but the third was that, suddenly, he ascended into heaven a collective "Alee Alee oh oh oh ... oh ...." General dismay for athletes popular acclaim, but by Krakovja Cestokovic Carol Bishop, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola smiled.
saying the whole truth, in the chorus of "Alee oh oh ..." was heard a voice, really isolated, who said: "Daiji Rome! Krakovia Down "... he seems to be a fan of the new anti-clerical jioco "kicks the ball of cloth" ... it is a fact that was not caught because if you ran off.
However, to return to Krakovja Cestokovic Carol Bishop, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola, just put the right foot on the pad, todo el pueblo held their breath, knowing the poor health of so by Carol Bishop Cestokovic Krakovja, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola.
The bishop, his sanctity, just resting the right foot, immediately placed him too left, and show a miracle, he did a rotacion on itself 360 ° concluding with an "Ole" of the Iberian language.
Amazement, astonishment, joy, congratulations to Bishop et laude from Carol Cestokovic Krakovja, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola.
While the bishop entered the Cathedral for the Holy Inaugural mass, while from the inside, s' rose to heaven songs of praise to the Lord glory et. By Carol Bishop
Cestokovic Krakovja, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola, at one point and only for a moment, he's handsome face darkened, as if to think that the songs of praise to the Lord glory et overshadowed, even just a smear and by mistake, the songs of praise et dedicated to his glory, by Carol Cestokovic Krakovja, et super eminent Bishop of the Archdiocese of Modena and Nonantola. The ducal procession
Church et et People come in, almost all nell'iglesia.
holes in the square, there were still many more merchants and commoners. One merchant
sacred books tells me: "Oh julle sing, dance, dance, says, provides for the people Carpi. And I said, 'Give me a book, what you desire, and I read the writing there. " And he says, "catch this. It 's the Holy Bible printed by Gutenberg in Allemagna grandchildren. And precious. Be careful. " And I, in return, "treats it as a relic."
I open a page at home and read: A Brother
Zoccolanti, by chance, a fucking cunt
un'abadessa behind, threw him in cul
believing foss'in cracked. Tell me if
sinned against nature?
Destossi the abbess with great fury
dreaming of eating milk and curds,
found himself in the mouth fuck Abbot.
was gluttony or lust?
"Ohibò" so great as I read the Holy Bible I said, "but this they seem profane rhymes of his friend Pietro Aretino, not sacred readings."
After the reading, listening all the people began to laugh, for he was generous with oboli-migo. Not only
. The people even asked me to recite. Persin maidens and maidens, perhaps maidens were no longer tan, light and asked me to recite it again.
I opened a page at home and I found a little poems in a language almost unknown to me, that's me and Hispanic origin are provenzal.
Between smiles, nods, winks and hilarious comments of a couple of girls breast generous ... I prayed.
Alcheda
And you slerg the laber
dla
gnocchi and me at Sun the,
cun na lengua
Spana of about I come to know the ANC alcheret
Bude. El
to pel tot
sbrudaint
n'in vol cal again! And tea
't fe vers
te'm for indiavleda.
"Again! Again! ! "T'em of.
and me? And I faghia
csa?
Alcara, AOH, alcar!
Meinter sun to the TAC
t'em CIAP to nes,
the boca, the lengua, the
Urech, head Tota
you m'la Schesir
a tac in the gnocchi.
"Help, soffocooo"
gnarev am to say, but ...
Luciano, pasinsia door, now you
xi
Po '... you' ... te't gir ... I know in the cul
Mè peins: "Na bela doggie is that the ca'g vol! "
but ... but ...
Schesir me and the head
(n'etra time) to the mes in
CIAP
et'em to:
"Come on, do it here, kiss there, there ... by the Lick ..."
and me? And I faghia
csa?
Tea, cs'areset fat?
Mè
auks ...
a-I a-I a-I
auks auks ... ...
While hardly acted in such a language, I saw a girl touching her from under his shirt, the top of the breast, I saw furtive glances between a homo and a woman almost a secret society meeting, I saw very well the hand of a walking slip from behind, under the dress, the wife of street that was standing next to ... then, alas, nothing I saw I had to recite Porque.
Other bystanders, not Po species, they asked me the translation I made them and I:
LICKS
You will open your pussy lips
of
and I am there with a span of language that I get to lick
also guts
And your hair
sbrodolante
still wished for more!
And you do the verses seem to me that devilish
:
"yet again ..."
I say about me?
And I do that?
lick, AOH, lick! While there are
take me around the nose, mouth
, language,
ears, head and all
crush me against the chick
"Help, soffocooo ...!"
I would say patience
mam Luciano door now you're there.
Then ... You ... you turn around with your ass up ...
I think: "A nice doggie has what it takes!"
but ... But ...
I crush your head (again) and tell me
:
"Come on ... come on ... do it there ... there ... kiss me there ... by the Lick!"
And me?
And I do I do?
you, what would you do?
I
I licked ...
I licked ...
I licked ... After this
Instant translation, see General nell'ilarità dawn two armed men on horseback, armed with a rifle (I wonder if they call themselves carabbbbinieri?) belonging to both casinos were not even a tsunami, or whatever they call it, the Far East. Stop I wanted to outrage public decency.
I say: "It 's poetry! E 'literature! The author is unknown but still of high rank is art, "but not those senton reason.
Escape, which is protected from Carpi people obstruction to the passage of armed men.
I run, I run between a bank and the other vendors but the ones on horseback, after all, are more nimble. In a moment of their distraction, I sling under the counter of a young man walking Flemish red curly hair, which was selling tapestries.
not sure to be protected from the table all of the tapestries, shove his head under the skirt of the young girl and a foreigner ... and ... and ... that ... that hair ... thighs that pelooo che'f'fi ... ... ...! ! !
2004/12
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