We are Roberta and Valeria, we are twins and maybe you can remember how we valleys Uncle Pino Taranto on TeleMonteGarriolo, or maybe you have bought our box of Neapolitan songs. Yesterday there was the feast. The city was heavy, people in one incuddata be panting and sweating. We always like to work, the Village, in our resale of liquor and more. We do not want to tell the party, yet another, always the same, marked by the chariot of Santuzza and the violent snap of the lips sucking slimy slugs. What we want is another report. That is, someone, yesterday afternoon and came here in a big black car, with tinted windows. We can not say who this person was because its importance is such that we fear-here-for possible retaliation. He spoke with those responsible and yesterday, as if by magic there were no clashes during the procession. You will not believe but the service order was all borgataro. Ordinary people, laborers, workers, sfacinnati. They were led by someone important, with petioles, and even before the parties have moved into dens of the activists - those demonstrating against raving, always sad, always angry - sparing no beatings and even Fimmina Picciriddi. Then, with the nails still bloody revolution they began to follow the car, praying aloud and weeping with emotion. What surprised us is just that, someone from above-god will protect him and preserve him-by the very fact, decided July 14 that there would be riots in the city arose. A devotion we do not care, we prefer to sell wine, yet the time of the barrels and when you feel one with the city (and do not think the activists injured).
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