pedraelighe

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Tazenda Murales

15 sep 06

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But they do not return to the ancient times of hunger and intrigues. They argue in Rome, the obstacle is great; iron is the sword, wood is the staff. The vulture, apostle of the lord, pretends to be holy, what an impostor! His sad, troubling crows are the discord among the honest.
And so we all wage war, for a few days of life on earth. Turn from left to right and you always see the same old soup. Crazy, hungry, thieves. We make a racket, let no one raise a hand. Farewell Nanni, watch yourself, play deaf, pretend to be daft because, you see, the world is like this; as it was, it never returns.
Peppino Mereu (1872-1901)

Tazenda Murales

15 sep 06

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Not even in a dream, the question is to satisfy such hunger. Then, once pen and paper are abolished, the rapio rapis takes the stage. The colors of the picture change, the honest man becomes a thief. The sad crows, to whom do you leave them? Full of spite and evil trance. Infamous scoundrel full of arrogance, they want the scepter, they want the dagger!

Tazenda Murales

15 sep 06

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Little lawyers, graduates, empty pockets, broke. In the countryside, they eat blackberries like skinny goats in the enclosures. When the legal profession is hungry, do you think it will think of Beccaria?

Tazenda Murales

15 sep 06

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Those flags, thirty in number, of good wine, have changed color. As soon as those disappeared, drunkenness is no longer seen. The milese was a friend to all, now they fear him, passing by at a distance. Santulussurgiu and Solarussa are no longer friends with the purse. Worse is the hunger that perhaps knocks at everyone's door and does not forgive.

Tazenda Murales

15 sep 06

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Earth like mud reduces the poor without food, without shelter, there’s the phylloxera imposed, diseases that destroy our fields and vineyards. Waves that descend in Campidano drag treasures to the ocean. The Cixerri to Uta Elmas, Assemini, homes and vineyards are reduced to cliffs, and it’s not always that during storms one enters the church Dionigi Scalas, the earth is eaten as side dish, there are the rates of the hearth tax.

Tazenda Murales

15 sep 06

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TO NANNI SULIS (1)
My little Nanni, the world is such that as it was, it never returns; we are in times of tyrannies, infamy, and famine. Now the peoples yawn like dogs, shouting loud: "we want bread." Hungry, we are eating chestnut bread, earth with acorns.