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of speaking in Milan and blasphemy

Nella I had lunch with my mother when I arrived and I did not want to wake dozing. She had a drip of something I read the name and I wanted to look on the internet but then I forgot ... it was written in close farmachese.

I was there to fix the cabinet and the table, and then looked at me are a little bit. So without thinking about nothing in particular. I do not sit, but I take off my coat because there is a hot and lazy sun filters through the curtains.

When she woke up she asked me to close the drip because it was over. Since I could not stay too I told her where I put things clean so that it can find them easily. I talk a little bit of new book that I brought. She updated on the news of his life. During the night her roommate died, the bed is still on the tag name: Marisa F. Maybe a nice old lady, that I must have seen a couple of times.

As we speak the replacement arrives, a lady accompanied by a little disheveled daughter. Talking in Genoa and make friends right away. Joins the conversation, the neighbor across, yet she likes to talk in Genoa and never misses an opportunity to tell us from which quarter arrives and confirms the story that night were a little upset the quiet of the room.

Only when I leave I realize that my mother, all the time, I spoke in Milan.

And this is new is that, because the dialect they spoke Laveno is intended for her sisters and brothers, never, never, none of them used it to contact us, children, grandchildren, cousins, husbands or wives. Never even when they were angry. A family limited vocabulary, as always, to their exclusive clan.

This change makes me a little anxious, and irritated me so that I can not help but whisper a curse passing in front of the huge statue of the Virgin Mary, who rules with his blue presence, the atrium of the building. And while I never thought it could happen to curse, now that has happened I wonder why
later I felt a great sense of liberation? As I look
lobby, I notice a discreet sign indicating the direction of the mortuary. Written a vintage, slightly faded. I intend to go for a ride cognitive, sooner or later. On the first ramp intersection ZiaOnesta that is going up, we exchange the news quickly, I see your eyes sparkle. We salute you in a hurry, and promised a phone call in case of other updates. And then when I go out I remember a kind of nursery rhyme that my grandmother told me when I visited, and did the circle.
It was more or less like this.

Arlechin go to Qatar on copy

vovi the red red

vovi no ghe Jera
Arlechin be par tera
El rot if culada
and I know mama meza meza el mata
giustaghe bus to the cul