Vince's edition "Palchinparco 2010", Luca Piccolino the story:
Divine Justice
Gheggiù shoots. Shoot all those Metton his foot on the field. Even those who do not want to steal anything. Although kids. Of course, those so, just want to steal. Melons, fennel, corn, plums. Those little bastards are like locusts. That's why Gheggiù held the gun next to the door of the farmhouse. When he comes out, quickly in one movement opens the door and pointed his gun. A phenomenon. For the evil that puts us.
My cousin took us all in his ass shot of salt. We were stealing, it is true, but filled with salt buttocks of a child is a deplorable act even today, twenty years later.
turned it down in the village and run stories about Gheggiù. Someone says it's always been crazy. It is hard to believe. Others claim that savagely beat his wife and does not count more abortions that caused her. Some people say love cha face with animals in the stable. Steps for sheep and cows me with the chickens ... I always seemed unlikely. The other night
Gheggiù has slumped in the sand crumbling red Hague.
There was no funeral, so no one would deign to offer him a final farewell. It has gone straight to the funeral. After a single day. In the church there was only his wife. As well as behind the hearse.
From my balcony I look at the sorry last trip Gheggiù. My mother recently said, "That piece of shit I know that will burn in hell." To me it comes from wondering if it is really true. If the devil who wants to waste his time with the evil people who have it in the soul like a gift of nature.
Legends, gossips, rumors and some truth. Maybe just that. Maybe not. Maybe hell is full of people like Gheggiù, people who never concealed his wickedness, but rather made it a lifestyle. Perhaps those who have withheld managed to fool even Lucifer himself.
could also be divine justice, moreover, have invented in favor of the oppressors. It could also be.
Gheggiù shoots. Shoot all those Metton his foot on the field. Even those who do not want to steal anything. Although kids. Of course, those so, just want to steal. Melons, fennel, corn, plums. Those little bastards are like locusts. That's why Gheggiù held the gun next to the door of the farmhouse. When he comes out, quickly in one movement opens the door and pointed his gun. A phenomenon. For the evil that puts us.
My cousin took us all in his ass shot of salt. We were stealing, it is true, but filled with salt buttocks of a child is a deplorable act even today, twenty years later.
turned it down in the village and run stories about Gheggiù. Someone says it's always been crazy. It is hard to believe. Others claim that savagely beat his wife and does not count more abortions that caused her. Some people say love cha face with animals in the stable. Steps for sheep and cows me with the chickens ... I always seemed unlikely. The other night
Gheggiù has slumped in the sand crumbling red Hague.
There was no funeral, so no one would deign to offer him a final farewell. It has gone straight to the funeral. After a single day. In the church there was only his wife. As well as behind the hearse.
From my balcony I look at the sorry last trip Gheggiù. My mother recently said, "That piece of shit I know that will burn in hell." To me it comes from wondering if it is really true. If the devil who wants to waste his time with the evil people who have it in the soul like a gift of nature.
Legends, gossips, rumors and some truth. Maybe just that. Maybe not. Maybe hell is full of people like Gheggiù, people who never concealed his wickedness, but rather made it a lifestyle. Perhaps those who have withheld managed to fool even Lucifer himself.
could also be divine justice, moreover, have invented in favor of the oppressors. It could also be.
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