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Leggi in: Inglese |
The spirit level
Every
year on the 2nd of November, it is usual for the dead care, to go to the Cemetery. Everyone should do this present; Everyone should have this thought. |
While
I was daydreaming to this situation, It was nearby midnight, And I was left closed and prisoner, Dead and scared in front of the candles. |
If
I were live I would make you happy, I'd get my box with my four bones and now, you know, just in this moment, I'd go inside another grave." |
Every
year, exactly on this day, Of this sad and unhappy happening, I go there too, and with some flowers I garnish the grave stone of Auntie "Vincenza". |
Suddenly
what did I see in the distance? Two shadows coming to me ... I thought: "This seems to be very strange ... Am I awake, sleeping or is it fantasy?" |
"So
what are you waiting, filthy badly created? Do you want that my wrath reachs overflow? If I hadn't been a titled man, I'd already get angry!" |
This
year an adventure has happened to me ... After completed the sad homage, My God! I am still scared (if I think at it) But then I got braveness. |
It
was not fantasy ... he was the marquis: With the walking stick, the monocle and the greatcoat; Following him, you can see, the ugly badly dressed, Stinker and with a broom in his hand. |
"OK,
I want to see ... let's take this violence... You know, marquis, I am annoyed to listen to you And if I lose my patience I forget that I am dead and I'll beat you! |
The
fact is the following, listen to me: We were next to the closing time When slowly slowly I was going out Having a look at some graves. |
"Yes,
he is for sure Mr Gennaro." "The dead poor man ... the dustman". "This situation is very unclear: they are dead and they come back at this time?" |
Who
do you think you are? A Lord? Do you know that in this place we are all the same? Dead are you and dead I am; Everyone is equal to the others." |
"Here
sleeps in peace the nobleman marquis, lord of Rovigo and Belluno, brave hero of 1000 enterprises, dead on 11th of May 1931" |
They
were about a palm away from me, When suddenly the marquis stopped, He turned and slowly slowly quite quite, Told to Mr Gennaro: "Hey mate ... |
"Bloody
pig! How do you allow to compare yourself with me that had as my ancestors very revered, very nobles and perfect to make regal princes envious?" |
A
Logo with a crown at the very top ... Below a cross made of bulbs; Three bunch of roses with a mourning list ... Candles, Big candles and six little candles. |
I
want to know from a so low swine like you With what such a dare you have allowed To bury your body, with my shame, next a such titled like me!" |
"But
what Christmas, Easter and Epiphany!!!! Do you want finally understand inside you brain That you are still sick of fantasy? Do you know what is dead? It's a spirit level ... |
Very
Next to the grave of this lord There was another very little grave, It was abandoned without any flower; As a sign only a little cross, |
"Caste
is caste and it should be respected! You lost the sense and moderation; Ok, your corpse had to be buried but I think inside the garbage!" |
A
King, a Magistrate, A great man that coming through this gate has understood that he has lost everything, life and the name also: Hadn't you already considered this? |
And
on the cross it was very difficult to read: "Esposito Gennaro - Dustman" I felt pain, looking at him ... This dead man without any candle. |
"I
cannot suffer your stinky presence anymore So it is necessary that you will find another grave among your dear, among your similar" |
So,
listen to me ... don't be reluctant. Suffer my presence close to you? Don't you care about it! This are jokes of alive people: We are more serious... We belong to the death |
"That's
life" - I thought in my mind. - "Who has had a lot and who hasn't had anything!" "Was this poor man aware that he was beggar at the other world too?" |
"
Mister marquis, It's not my fault, I had never made this wrong to you, My wife made this foolish think, What could I do if I was dead? |
Antonio De Curtis |