And it is the sea, then returns;
escape and reflection.
And the sun, which then adorned
the slightest emotion.
Napule is love and confusion;
the silence that makes noise.
Napule is the joy of a sigh,
that even today is still alive.
Napule is the certainty in the heart,
that fortifies my pride
denied by those who have previously
knowledge stole from us.
Napule is to be discriminated against,
often offended and even hated.
thing then I want to say;
Napule is not a pizza or a mandolin,
Napule is not o 'Burdello or the casino ...
Among the people watching us with disdain,
no passion there is in the chest,
that could even minimal food
living soul or intellect grade.
There are those among the Nordic countries hoped that Vesuvius erupts.
fools, still have not figured
that God created some time before their land,
without love and not even pretty ...
error But there was a remedy:
between campaigns and dubious life
implanted thick fog.
Napule is how to understand what life is;
a loved one and infinite.
Domenico Presutto
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