impressive image of Jesus Christ rises suddenly on top of a pile of sheets. The car is forced to slow to a stop in front of one of the many open mouths asphalt. His eyes linger on the icon required, crayon, the expression of compassion and heart surrounded by a crown of thorns. Octavian on rubbish sprout fields of agriculture severe colorless. Vesuvius is an expanse of green salt, too often interrupted by colorful gems mixed concrete. A Terzigno never meet two buildings the same, while the fixtures show altered colors and faded from bronze to dull red. St. Joseph Vesuvius Boscotrecase, Octavian, the explosion of Pompeii are swollen and gaping belly of Naples. The back of the hand is a hard surface veins swollen, calloused a patina, while the palm is closed into a fist nor too tight. The focus is sharp and round, usually accompanied by a muted smile, like someone who hides a few teeth in his mouth. I have all bar at the bottom of a locked room. People here know that a word is already too much. In these countries there is no center and the roads have all of them the same name. The land of Raffaele Cutolo was sold recently to the Chinese, who arrived with suitcases full of money and work that does not cost anything. Now the children of magliari cry because someone else controls at home. St. Joseph Vesuvius is a long straight road that never ends. All the same. A chain of jeans fabrics and poor in an orderly, aligned and affiliates. The shapes of the dummies are the souls of the false and counterfeit, and yet, in these parts white and shaped these bodies are still resisting and grotesque life that never dies.
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