Cavaranni
Prologue: Cavaranni, Cava Grande, is a town in Sicily that has become locally famous for a nice little song that sometimes their cousins \u200b\u200band friends singing around a bonfire on the beach.
Those were the days when fraternization between young people bring joy and zest for life.
Cavaranni In this story is an excuse to tell a guy who takes his first steps in a situation that brings confusion and unexpected love in his young life threatening.
careful, though, the story is completely fictional and does not involve people at all the facts or real or personal author or those around him.
Good reading.
Those were the days when fraternization between young people bring joy and zest for life.
Cavaranni In this story is an excuse to tell a guy who takes his first steps in a situation that brings confusion and unexpected love in his young life threatening.
careful, though, the story is completely fictional and does not involve people at all the facts or real or personal author or those around him.
Good reading.
Cavaranni
"Supra lu milked, a sine Cavaranni,
to Cavaranni,
is' na Casuzze mmienzu virzuri to them,
to virzuri them,
there is' na picciuttedda of vintanni,
ca teni lu segretu dill'ammuri,
trallalleru, shooting took llallà.
This cheerful little tune old and going on in the head as he remembered, from when they wake up and it's happening now three days since, to walk on the evening course, had to cross a new case interesting girl, never seen before. He had initially attracted
waving her skirt over a pair of slender calves and two feet with painted nails bright red, low in black leather sandals. Almost like he was tall, blond and curvy, just as he liked.
Going with the look he had found two blue eyes staring at him, and candid mind, that had resulted in a strong close to the stomach that just did not expect. To him, who was accustomed to being admired by the girls in her school, all the time passing close to them without looking.
If you get your teeth into those geese and whispered among themselves, waiting for a possible greeting, which I took care not to do: it would be too 'compromising'.
And then he thought at all, to all those girls, it was taken from its ordinary activities of a small dealer to happiness pills.
And now, because Luchino, as he insisted on calling his mother despite his six feet tall and his seventy pounds of muscle, had become by now one year, a 'dealer' fixed in the area. The high school was his 'square'.
Everyone knew, even his teacher who had tried several times to dissuade him from that infamous and dangerous street where he had dropped a bit 'to initial inexperience, a little' to boast and a bit silly 'for economic interest.
"Bad, finish," said the teacher's philosophy of the last year of high school, he was repeating.
"You do not realize the damage they cause to your other unfortunate companions," said the Professor of Mathematics.
"How can you be so irresponsible?" The often repeated the Italian teacher.
But no one, however, complained to the Authority, as it should. And he shrugged
was ignoring advice and reproaches, in fact, making more attention to carry out his illegal activities so that the Authority, in fact, could not catch him in the act. After all, he thought he was doing wrong? He gave to those who asked him just what would otherwise have obtained easily by others?
He was not abusing them to the point of being sick: he only gave the right doses.
waving her skirt over a pair of slender calves and two feet with painted nails bright red, low in black leather sandals. Almost like he was tall, blond and curvy, just as he liked.
Going with the look he had found two blue eyes staring at him, and candid mind, that had resulted in a strong close to the stomach that just did not expect. To him, who was accustomed to being admired by the girls in her school, all the time passing close to them without looking.
If you get your teeth into those geese and whispered among themselves, waiting for a possible greeting, which I took care not to do: it would be too 'compromising'.
And then he thought at all, to all those girls, it was taken from its ordinary activities of a small dealer to happiness pills.
And now, because Luchino, as he insisted on calling his mother despite his six feet tall and his seventy pounds of muscle, had become by now one year, a 'dealer' fixed in the area. The high school was his 'square'.
Everyone knew, even his teacher who had tried several times to dissuade him from that infamous and dangerous street where he had dropped a bit 'to initial inexperience, a little' to boast and a bit silly 'for economic interest.
"Bad, finish," said the teacher's philosophy of the last year of high school, he was repeating.
"You do not realize the damage they cause to your other unfortunate companions," said the Professor of Mathematics.
"How can you be so irresponsible?" The often repeated the Italian teacher.
But no one, however, complained to the Authority, as it should. And he shrugged
was ignoring advice and reproaches, in fact, making more attention to carry out his illegal activities so that the Authority, in fact, could not catch him in the act. After all, he thought he was doing wrong? He gave to those who asked him just what would otherwise have obtained easily by others?
He was not abusing them to the point of being sick: he only gave the right doses.
"E cu lu lu scrusciu carrettieddu,
carrettieddu lu,
them Cianciana lu me cavaddu,
lu me cavaddu,
idda s'arrazza and tamburieddu person,
canzuni lu spassu and dill'ammuri,
trallalleru, shooting took llallà.
The tune continued to revolve in the head and sent him a secret joy and a great desire to live and sing out loud, but all could hear. Maybe tonight would
magazine.
Maybe he had the courage to approach her and make her understand his great interest in her.
Maybe she would have shown favorable, as he hoped.
Many 'maybe' that tonight they would have an answer.
That night the way the course was not very crowded, for a sudden drop in temperature and had advised many to desert the usual ritual of walking.
Luchino had already made two 'pools' and even the shadow of her, and they were already past nine. He did not know her name or where she lived or how old he was, nor where to study or work. If he had not reviewed, was afraid that the idea was lost forever, and pressed his cuore.Eccola there, finally, with the usual two friends, one on each side, which looked at one another in protect yourself from the bother. The facility instantly. He went
and "Good evening" he said decided to do (while in trembling with emotion); "Buonaseeera" said courteous all three females, while he was only interested in the greeting she had consented to turn half-heartedly.
"I am Luchino Muresan," he added quickly getting lost in those eyes of the sea.
"Hello, I'm Lucy," said one of the two bodyguards, "and I'm Carmela," said another. And it left him indifferent.
But when she said "I'm Lina" with a voice that seemed sweet music, he lit up his face to the point that the other two, understanding, withdrew a step.
chatting like old friends in affectionate whispers, walked alone around the course for five or six times, could not remember more. The friends were missing.
And so it would continue all night, if possible, but at eleven she greeted him holding out a hand as delicate and fresh spring water.
"See you tomorrow night?" He ventured.
"Perhaps," she said back with a smile, quickly disappearing into a side street before Luchino could propose to accompany her home.
He had said 'maybe', thought the young man who wanted to say 'yes', as do all women. It was not like that? And the next night at eight was already on course.
two acquaintances approached him shaking his hand as the defendant meant that 'we need you' and get rid of him now I'd settle them quickly extracting the doses from its wide padded belt-l'indomani referring to the related payment, he looked forward to meeting with real her. Only you.
And here she is, beautiful, proud, with blue eyes that will enchant you.
With two strong young men who grabbed him by the arms. "Carabinieri" said all three showing a photocard. "Let 's see what takes place in the city," she said with a serious frown.
magazine.
Maybe he had the courage to approach her and make her understand his great interest in her.
Maybe she would have shown favorable, as he hoped.
Many 'maybe' that tonight they would have an answer.
That night the way the course was not very crowded, for a sudden drop in temperature and had advised many to desert the usual ritual of walking.
Luchino had already made two 'pools' and even the shadow of her, and they were already past nine. He did not know her name or where she lived or how old he was, nor where to study or work. If he had not reviewed, was afraid that the idea was lost forever, and pressed his cuore.Eccola there, finally, with the usual two friends, one on each side, which looked at one another in protect yourself from the bother. The facility instantly. He went
and "Good evening" he said decided to do (while in trembling with emotion); "Buonaseeera" said courteous all three females, while he was only interested in the greeting she had consented to turn half-heartedly.
"I am Luchino Muresan," he added quickly getting lost in those eyes of the sea.
"Hello, I'm Lucy," said one of the two bodyguards, "and I'm Carmela," said another. And it left him indifferent.
But when she said "I'm Lina" with a voice that seemed sweet music, he lit up his face to the point that the other two, understanding, withdrew a step.
chatting like old friends in affectionate whispers, walked alone around the course for five or six times, could not remember more. The friends were missing.
And so it would continue all night, if possible, but at eleven she greeted him holding out a hand as delicate and fresh spring water.
"See you tomorrow night?" He ventured.
"Perhaps," she said back with a smile, quickly disappearing into a side street before Luchino could propose to accompany her home.
He had said 'maybe', thought the young man who wanted to say 'yes', as do all women. It was not like that? And the next night at eight was already on course.
two acquaintances approached him shaking his hand as the defendant meant that 'we need you' and get rid of him now I'd settle them quickly extracting the doses from its wide padded belt-l'indomani referring to the related payment, he looked forward to meeting with real her. Only you.
And here she is, beautiful, proud, with blue eyes that will enchant you.
With two strong young men who grabbed him by the arms. "Carabinieri" said all three showing a photocard. "Let 's see what takes place in the city," she said with a serious frown.
"He campagnola ...
ca nun me rune peaceful,
quantu is a thief,
cridiri is little nun.
Trallalleru, shooting took llallà.
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