MY SON In the slums of the minds timeless God
dominates the lead, choking
making good of evil,
hovering lies and the arrogance of those who command
this life impervious .
begin Along
from an early age to be Caini
children of their vile miscreants
accaniscon as it fairs on defenseless children
pleased to triumph over the misfortunes of others.
And like a violent wind turbines have in common
as the ugly and the rogue
has always seek
and shake hands, then
see the bully and the copings
that from school age shall be protected
friend of someone high
with "saints in Paradise"
yet marked by the man of God
in appearance and timid smile.
sign from God and acclaimed by mortals
for cunning and deceit
the idiots making all the same.
If idiots are the youth of today
must thank those who protect them and educates them
maneuvers in small vessels from parent
bleak and evil.
It 's true, yes, each has its own character!
But it is true, is that the tree that bears fruit!
My son do not you treat yourself to them, if they are ugly
them the ugliness of mind is the emblem
who has a long tongue and a little heart,
be patient, wait,
we think our Lord!
And if you'll wait for some time, straighten your back
proud
Have no complaints with you in my heart always leaves
laugh away their sorrows, and who you will
attorney
time is a gentleman
tomorrow they will be garbage.
Vittoria Mariani
Naples, April 26, 2009
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In the picture, Vittoria Mariani
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