Placement Of Holdbacks

If the mountain will not go to Muhammad .......


Who would have thought that passed
'sti bit' of years
'n Square artrovato
me I would be with me who I created anxieties
that I fell into sin
I like Judas betrayed me who are unnamed

as fever, are the raw

past with the enemy that makes you the shoes
I cheated ...... I tell my fellow
Art
the art, which is Flag
'yes Noble and Honest Friendship
also carries Vera
but sends you out of your mind if you take it very
breast

and live up to the obsession to be perfect to become

fool of me is something that I'm talking about but
people of centralizing
c'han lived very rumando
inventing enemies

because this is the need of those living on the string that does not prove
never
and shame those who have used if you forget
for those who continue to put all the wealth
.... ..
material and will deal a good kick
knowing that hurts
bring all the enemies are and to make them annoy others

launches new
cunning plans is preparing to come here

once the enemy of today is great ally part
Hence the new breakthrough
hegemonic
Folk is not mine to judge
take note here and I'm on the sidelines
and I'm not here to dance because
Square is the only art I see
with a past that never vanished pleasure

colors, banners
always amused me from my eyes shine

maybe I'll be 'little n'
moved the flags will fly

turn red but I've never hidden anything I did not

done no wrong but to stand with the people
that seems normal to me
So on behalf of Folklore
for the sake of 'I am now the Art Village
salute
and I extend my greetings.



Uguccione de 'Fiaschi, September 4, 2010

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The assault on the Farm - Part Two Irene


Fer. was returning home, proceeded to walk down the dark street, lived in a brick house not far from there. He noticed the men at the entrance of the hill that led to D'Angelo, we distinguished only the shapes, the men noticed him and fled, scattering a little and then remained on hold. Fer. remembered that there were "Fantelli" girls of marriageable age from Creve and thought that maybe there was a party going on. Observed but could see no light, everything was shut down at that house. He gave a fleeting glance at those shadows then a shiver of fear ran down my back and went on without delay, to the house.

"You stay here, you have to do for pole," said Mur. his son fifteen "Dad, what do I do if the man comes back?" Mur "hide behind these bushes, you can check if anyone here take the road. If you were to go with the guards, run to warn us. " The boy crouched behind the bushes, shivering from the cold did not know if or for nefarious enterprise in which his father 's had involved "There ciué There ciué" "The owl , just for tonight is to spread the quell'uccellaccio' air his misfortune. "

Antonio was lying on the bed with eyes wide open, unable to sleep, he had heard in the distance to the owl but he had passed some peasant superstitions. It was just one of the sounds that the night brought with it. Yet she was wearing an 'indefinite anguish that oppressed his chest concealing his breath, maybe it was the weight of responsibility which shoulder it was back in Italy, her mother pinned great expectations on him. Sometimes the thought flew across the ocean, galloping on the stream and returned to his brother Umberto married, I have to get me myself a family, "she thought.

"surround the house, we have to prevent someone from running away and give the alarm. I affixed to the door, "whispered the husband of the teacher. The plan was to break into the house through the window of the room which was large and could easily force. It was enough to break the glass and release the shutter closed. In the eastern side, under the window of the room, there were the huts of the animals, chickens, rabbits and lambs. The 'thieves' intent was to get on those shacks to reach the window, if there was need to use a ladder Macc., The workers of the mill, he knew where to find it.
teacher's husband silently climbed the stairs, he had worn a cap that hid the face leaving only the eyes uncovered to act in the glow of the night. With him was a gun, a weapon that made him feel strong, powerful. Climbed on the balcony waiting for his accomplices. He examined the door in the many occasions when he was a guest at Creve but it seemed too tough to have to force. He was excitedly, the cap made him sweat, which was smart to devise such a plan, those hicks would never have suspected him of their "respectable" guest. The good life awaited him, was anxious to finish everything in a hurry, the excitement was such that breathing was becoming labored and excited, had to calm down otherwise they would have heard.