It had turned dark at the Osteria there in Campo Marzio, I was eating bruscolini and drinking Frascati, when Giggetto from Monti approached me and comes out with something like this ''You know Adele left me for Sorcio, from San Giovanni'', and he's really upset. Giggetto is a good bloke, stocky but a loner and always polite enough.
''Don't let it get at you Giggè, drink this Frascati, not much you can do about it. Leave it out, Adele didn't deserve you.''
''Who cares about Adele'' he says '' a man that after 5 minutes is still thinking about a woman aint' a man..but what about my honor? what will people say?''
''Don't bother about that'' I tell him, ''Sorcio is a bright spark, I've seen him as fast as a bolt of lightening. You know Giggè I'm not frightened even of the Devil, but leave it out..have a drink, cop a hold of these bruscolini.''
The day after I found out that Giggetto had challenged the Sorcio in a shop in Trastevere and the rat had killed him, just like that.
A week later when I went dancing on the boats down at the Tiberina. Maria, my girl with pubes as black as a crow, tits as white as milk and silky legs that are all mine, was all dolled up.
The night was going well, everyone knows my breath ain't sweet and a troublemaker tried to rub me up the wrong way, a dark haired guy from the Casilina started to pick a fight. I've had to deal with that before.
He tries it on with Maria, he wants her to dance and shows off.
So I go up to him.
''So, what's up with you? Got something to say have you old man?''
Maria clings to my side and everyone stops dancing and silence falls.
She says ''Here Romolo, I reckon you need a knife''.
But I don't pick it up, I look at it and then turn to the dark haired guy and I say,
''Pack it in''. Try saying that I'm scared if you want, say what you like, but I turn and leave. I'm gone. I've lived in the Castelli ever since. People are quieter.
Bruscolini are salted pumpkin seeds
Tiberina refers to the Tiberina Island in the middle of the Tiber River.
''Don't let it get at you Giggè, drink this Frascati, not much you can do about it. Leave it out, Adele didn't deserve you.''
''Who cares about Adele'' he says '' a man that after 5 minutes is still thinking about a woman aint' a man..but what about my honor? what will people say?''
''Don't bother about that'' I tell him, ''Sorcio is a bright spark, I've seen him as fast as a bolt of lightening. You know Giggè I'm not frightened even of the Devil, but leave it out..have a drink, cop a hold of these bruscolini.''
The day after I found out that Giggetto had challenged the Sorcio in a shop in Trastevere and the rat had killed him, just like that.
A week later when I went dancing on the boats down at the Tiberina. Maria, my girl with pubes as black as a crow, tits as white as milk and silky legs that are all mine, was all dolled up.
The night was going well, everyone knows my breath ain't sweet and a troublemaker tried to rub me up the wrong way, a dark haired guy from the Casilina started to pick a fight. I've had to deal with that before.
He tries it on with Maria, he wants her to dance and shows off.
So I go up to him.
''So, what's up with you? Got something to say have you old man?''
Maria clings to my side and everyone stops dancing and silence falls.
She says ''Here Romolo, I reckon you need a knife''.
But I don't pick it up, I look at it and then turn to the dark haired guy and I say,
''Pack it in''. Try saying that I'm scared if you want, say what you like, but I turn and leave. I'm gone. I've lived in the Castelli ever since. People are quieter.
Bruscolini are salted pumpkin seeds
Tiberina refers to the Tiberina Island in the middle of the Tiber River.
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