<<< Se questa è la storia - che sanno a memoria - i bimbi d’un anno - pochissimi sanno - che cosa le avvenne - quand’era ventenne
A day of celebration - the lively Teresa - leaving the church - who raised her dress - to be VISION - chiffonne socks - that all women -
delighted
the painter Armando - seeing beautiful - the churches please - to a model
Teresa blushed but said it - "You will?" - "I'll come" - But badi.però ..
"Word of honor" - said the painter
The following day - the artist Armando - shaking trembling - the new conquest - said with a stretch -
"I have taken, I have taken you" But he
pleading - Teresa shouted - "Come on, you're hurting me - the backbone - let me, that I am a child of God - If you have any program - talk to mother"
this threat - Armando trembled, - ... opened his arms - but that remained
Lost honor, lost the estimate - the lively Teresa, - more lively than before - not at all sorry - not at all confused - he realized that love - is only an excuse.
For nearly thirty years - was loved by many - including young and old - including obscure and famous, - the lively Teresa - was taken and retaken -
and more nimble - and suffering offer themselves -
(the woman's 'offers - if the apostrophizes them - has every interest - to say that she suffers)
But come to fifty - with the broken-hearted soul, - his face a little stained
- with the rest a little fake - for get off the hook - the next few ailments - Opened a shop - of salt. and tobacco
One day a customer - asking a cigar, - held out his hand - ... so ... random - Teresa took it. shook it and asked
I want to marry? But he would do a deal
back - said: "No, no - Living, smoking, - what harm will I do?"
Confused and repented - Teresa blushed, - parted fingers - and that he fled
And now Teresa, - really sorry - that does not have a thought: go to church
With the weary soul - he sits and tobacco offering to the Lord - the remains of a heart - which beats the weak. But often staring
- Lost his eye - the yellow dust that remains on the finger - it seems the detritus - of that butterfly - that one day snatch - clasping hands.
So, as then, - Teresa suffering - the innocent voice - who prays and implores, "Please leave me: I - I am a child of God"
"It was a beautiful event! - Sighs Teresa - sniffing the socket - which goes up the nose - but if I'm not Leste - I lose even this "
It smells and refuses - coughing and sneezing: - the nose is a trumpet - that rings and echoes - and it seems the echo - you throw the waste ...
Between a gush and a regret, - between a puff and an excipient, - The lively Teresa ... Let's leave her there >>>>>
We understand that from a mile away Trilussa did not know how to conclude the adventures of not more lively Teresa But we certainly do not blame daughters
PAUL Granzotto
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