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The Adventures of Cialledda - After the death and after life's adventures


Cialledda has served twenty-five years for murder even though everyone knew how things had gone really. However, twenty-five or fifty
no longer Cialledda difference and he has discovered to his cost: successfully hangs himself in prison but he died not even talk about it. Indeed
Cialledda stopped breathing while his mother, because the better a married daughter with the rich son of a widow who really has done a Cialledda at large to warm the benches of the square. Some accounts a mother has to do them. Others that it doth Cialledda has a job as a janitor while the social service and does his duty Cialledda
you the 'caseworker looking for excitement. Only Lisetta grandmother who knows how many years and has with the cards that we can see better than if he had eyes is good to him and gives him some explanation of what he had to. So much so that they are specifically Cialledda out and realizes that it is better to keep your cool if you do not want to find, surrounded by corpses. He then decided to follow the advice of his grandmother and leave.

1: How

had traveled thirty? Fifty kilometers away from the country? On the train that took him elsewhere and in relation only to the ticket that he could buy, Cialledda realized to have the courage to leave yes, but when he had to be of his own volition and was not. He did not feel well at all that no longer speak to him suddenly, just as it was years ago and just as they wanted. No, at all.
went down at the first stop and see if the money in his pocket was just just a return ticket. Into town at least, that after eight o'clock at night all trains and buses for the country stopped to start the following day. He was one of many ways to keep people like Cialledda dismounted and prevent her amusement 'and change the air, so that brooding, cook and go crazy for good days to combine some of casinos in a location chosen at random, or as creative expression in place in the evening or at night.
Otherwise, without people like dogs tied to the chain that only the owner can stretch or shrink - would not work anymore. Police, psychiatrists, doctors, super doctors against doctors ... no.
Cialledda if he did walk and came home late, but not so much that they can not afford a little 'sleep and come to school, the janitor's work, the more arrogant than ever.
No dream.
Nobody had noticed that he had come a long way back and forth.
Carlone: \u200b\u200bSecretary for middle school.
The night before had scrubbed the machine.
Three hundred yards: the distance from home to school, who regularly traveled by car for the simple reason that the courtyard had available a reserved seat.
not occupy it would make him feel failed as a man.
In all there were three.
places .....
The other two were for the principal and vice principal. Carlone
So ... that morning ... however, arrived with his wife's car (which was repaired with a passage from a colleague) ... Carlone felt compelled to break his dick to everyone they could afford to do so. Among them was
Cialledda and "his way of doing it seems unbearable," his arias and whatever else could be resolved with a 'phone call away. " For its part
Cialledda ignored him for a quiet life, having other things to think about.
The call went anyway, but for now Cialledda could not know.
It is about knowing who had killed coma 'Lisetta. And
him so much evil that he himself had asked to kill him if Cialledda ended once and for all.
Imagine if there was time and want to listen to Carlone.
His social worker had covered when the day of his grandmother's death had not been filed and therefore could still hope that he will help to grab the four who gave him money.
the last hour arrived, the boys went away, no activity afternoon and after a couple of hours Cialledda would begin to try to put some pieces together.
was then that he saw all the overheated professor of art education in Section L, an old white-haired, swollen by the huge round glasses of bone that was panting because you could not just endure this continuing story of the theft - went out at that moment English teacher - to the detriment of the teachers - the professor pointed out that the first had not stolen the car or from inside or close the school and that Carlone was a teacher in the same way that he knew English, which should have taught - but only with the eyes.
Cialledda while cleaning the corridors could not help but hear their voices reverberate.
He thus also the English teacher who had suffered the same fate. And that Italian and History of B and A math, technical education of the E, D and technical education as well as good, but my colleague who teaches? Boh? ... always the D and so on .... almost all the teachers after some time they saw her disappear, and certainly had not bought another ...
Cialledda Mystery solved it when he saw the group approaching the caretaker and guardian of the gym, looking submissive, servile viscid and of those who clearly wants to cheat. Yet he could, believing the existence of professors and obscure low levels of social strata with which to search for clandestine and covert agreements. A nice way of saying that those two gave to understand that this time, if you acted quickly, given the deep understanding of all the inhabitants of the village and past the janitor (sorry, explants) could find as an exponent of small crime had committed the crime and request the return of the vehicle in exchange for a sum of money that is not as small ... always better ...
So who knows how much money the two had eaten so far, and was also thanked and covered with blessings and firmly refused the reward that his balls, balls twice offered him .. already saw them "I do not want nothing, nothing I said ..." "Why is not it? "" I said no! "" I'm not offended if ... "" No, that's okay ...." sometimes forced the victim to force inserts them in the money in your pocket and walk away briskly.
People who slept peacefully.
Cialledda was the subject of dirty looks from the two. Without haste he looked elsewhere.
They were not his business.

Afternoon ...
After eating something, poking the well and better in the fridge, Cialledda discovered the existence and nature of the call of Carlone. In the form of Don Antonio Spano, seventy years on, with the habit and all the trappings of a priest and with unshakable faith in the eyes (to what?) And determination (who you do it?) someone who knows that will lose the war (which exists only in your head), but not back off and accept martyrdom (calm down, calm down please!). Carlone
fact - what a surprise this man - he had made up his mind, that very morning, which was to be released Cialledda on the right path. Cialledda immediately thought that my lord is here, Carlone, they would have a really shit to do.
told him. Don Antonio
grossed out and brought the story of the first communion of Cialledda. That in turn could remember everything perfectly, including the fact that as a child, Don Antonio had seemed an asshole. Older than the last time he saw it, but just an asshole. He said
too.
Don Antonio did not give up: put half in jail.
"I tried to kill myself." I wonder why he went to tell him, aware of the disk that would have convinced that somewhere, somewhere around, he would have checked the halo.
Cialledda not really know whether to be polite or impolite, if you send him to hell or maybe listen to him. He only knew that her grandmother Lisetta spat on the ground every time that Don Antonio crossed his path - if it were forced out - or at least heard of him, especially in the period - Cialledda was small - he wanted to enlarge the original church at the expense of the old country and of all poor nasty as can be, but still poor (Even when they had the mattress full of money, but in that case were mostly starved to death) and who remained poor. Don Antonio and in fact all he wanted to build new premises, canteens, rooms for catechism, and who knows what else instead of houses and all those people had of it would end, not him caleva.
"They shake a bit 'what the heck!" Cialledda had heard once that came out of Mass on Sunday and his father held him by the neck of the shirt to hold it and prevent him to go and put the bar in the square to play video games and smoking cigarettes together with other kids of the catechism. Where the father had obtained the money he did not understand - always to Games, betting with adults - had explained Cialledda. And now? I think they went a bit 'too far ... Afternoon ... already ... winter of a year that does not ring true that he has come. With numbers Cialledda is not that he did not want to trust.
Just as he had decided it did not want to have with Don Antonio.
Don Anto'.... please go to the fucking shit somewhere else. "
cacava What the fuck - very singular expression - Don Antonio Spano had not let anyone ever tell in his entire life. Here's the news: Cialledda had to come from where it came (or came back, it depends). Well now that you know adjusted accordingly.
"Then you have to understand ... - Said Cialledda - ... if the gas cylinders burst to cover a casino or any casino are really after breaking out. "It did not take great science to understand what he meant, and Don Antonio decided not to leave without leaving a holy picture of Our Lady of the Cross and that in his opinion: "If everybody is for him there is no need of so many arguments."
"And I baptized also ... me ... "he murmured Cialledda.
two spaghetti is cooked.

Night ...
Luckily there was the full name on the nameplate on handset and not the original ... Marianna is called the holy offering social! Things we had done so far and not even know his name ... Cialledda Playboy was not that great. Marianna then.
rang, he was open and went inside.
Instead of sweeping, Cialledda became gossip and trash talk about the last quarter century as a country that had been lost.
he had to start somewhere.

2:

Marianna in fact knew of all colors, a little 'for the role you've had a little' rearranging the assumptions and hearsay with a mastery that Cialledda did not believe he could have.
First - who cares for that - he knew he was happy owner of a job because his skin and his ilk turned a lot of funds disbursed and stuff like that.
Instead, he hoped to return soon to commit crimes in order to start some more money eating machines that had the prison as the main gear. Balls. Balls to that part, the thing that until now had not had eyes to see was that the country had become a huge, really huge, the first was surprised there were people willing to come to live. Second, the city was not as many thought, that engulfed the country, but it was the country that was approaching dangerously and citizens did not like so much so that on what the cards said to be the border, the houses were torn down, the City and immediately withdrew from the beginning to build the country up to the ruins and eat them piece by piece. Strange yes, but did not see Cialledda What could have anything to do with all this Grandma. Not at all.
was going to stop in the middle of the whole list of divorces and horns most popular when Marie uttered the magic name: Cannon. Son. Obviously. And right there on the sofa where he sat Cialledda and with the same woman on her back on the padded armrest, slamming his face on the floor and his legs in the air. Cannone great juggler, that you would be married the day of Cialledda sister. And I say it to you? What do you mean sweetheart? Maybe I am about to spoil marriages? The home movie? Do you have home movies of your fucking? Mass that excite me!
"Ah, you keep them there? And they know it? "Mica are real criminals like me.
"You stop here tonight?"
"If I recover I'll kill you."
seemed to shake the whole thing, he feared that the faint Cialledda by lust.
Let's go ...
"What we have here were too many guests to my knowledge."

Night ...
Marianna had fallen asleep and Cialledda with her. At one point, about three o'clock, something inside him made him open his eyes, rested and fully aware of his whereabouts and what he should do. He got up, she sounds hoarse and choked moved imperceptibly nestle between the covers. Cialledda first went to piss, then began to fumble in the casket of her erotic business assistant preferred. There was the above date, those small boxes of video cameras was glad they used it again for it was a bit 'behind in technology.
mental note: get a move on this point.
took just from the time when, just weeks before its release, Cannon took a break from official girlfriend. Everything was ready for the show, obviously Marianna refresh your memory from time to time. It pecked the right one on the second shot, after that with a guy who was not able to see his face because of a carnival mask from Donald Duck. Not even you could understand what was the tool with which fumbled between the legs of Marianna and whether she liked or did only hurt the woman were so similar expressions and moans in both cases. Anyway here's gun in his jacket pocket of Cialledda now she returned to sleep.

They woke up together, and soon also made breakfast together, but she looked as if he did not recognize him and had suddenly found a guy who took the coffee in his kitchen.
Cialledda its part is not spoke to her and left the same way. He had to say good morning to his friend. Even a relative.
knew where to find it at this time. Where to find one that stands up when it does little good if it is day or night, for the sole purpose of tampering his cock next to him and his employees go through that one cup of coffee?
the bar. Just the bar where
Cialledda had just arrived. Ed Cannon also came. Nor had gathered.
were seen.
Neither changed expression. Their trajectories
collisero before the door closed with the curtain in multicolored beads.
"dickhead, you need to talk." Cannone said Cialledda
its part had no time to react because of the slap Cialledda pierced his mouth splitting his lower lip, as fast as those who, from inside, he noticed ' meeting, had seen only cannon began to spit blood all at once and covering her mouth with her hands in futile attempt to not have it on particular.
Cannon's eyes burst of hatred.
"Do not die." Comforted him Cialledda "Come around the corner before you open the melon." Ungrammatical expression maybe, perhaps quaint, but convinced that gun to work to ensure that the mouth remains the only damaged part Melon said.
They turned the corner. But it was just a tactic of Cannon, that turning armed, had decided to show off. The gun pressed against the stomach of Cialledda that looked to the sky as if to say Christ, but because I find them all in front of me? The epilogue to
Cannon was very clear, finger, trigger, and witnesses boom would have had hundreds. The problem was that the meeting makes his left eye and the handful of Cialledda had much more of a hurry that his famous finger so much so that seeing red was reduced to not see just a dick with all the blood in his face. By the way, have you noticed your ass on the sidewalk
"And look what I'm doing the plan." Cialledda informed him. And the gun
santiddio knows where it was over.
Without the weapon and the upright position is not that the gun remained much.
"I have a litter box with you that you have fun with me knows that is not my sister."
expression Cannon was not very clear, mostly smeared.
"I know my sister you do not give a shit. - Continued - And that my mother probably would be the first to tell you to keep the same .... but I'm 'the place you know .. someone who start with this stuff I find ... "
" What? "Cannon said getting up.
"I have to bring those who killed coma 'Lisetta. Today. I know one thing for you is nothing ... "
Cannon was raised and now finally looked Cialledda with the healthy eye, the only one open.
Cialledda there was nothing new.
"Please. - He put the gun in my hand - Take off your thinking. "
cannon. Cialledda did not fall. He opened the zipper of my jacket and lifted her sweater and shirt, his fingers stained with a ichor reddish.
Cannon saw what he saw.
People came out of the bar, blinds are raised, others were closed. "What?" Shouted one of the most courageous people who had come out with the newspaper in hand - who wants to die, but that did not take away the sports pages.
Cannon had put the gun away. Cialledda was mending clothes.
"New Year in advance." He said and walked away leaving them there as many suckers.


3:

I'm alive. And I try to live on, do not tell you the happiness, but at least the dignity and value that my being on earth has. Or is it likely to have. The world is full of beautiful things, good people, together would be worth all the suffering to delete it. There are wonderful places, wonderful paintings - many look at the pictures - and the sunset and sunrise and love too. There is love!
And when I go, I will happy.
Yeah, right, the cocks!
Cialledda thought. Almost
had dozed off at school, behind the chair with the plane split, which was his bunker in the hallway. He had alerted the bell of the third hour, alone, confirming everything that was chewing between thoughts. Not everyone could use their own clock, the cell count by jumping on one leg and one finger in the ass, plant two hands directly on his forehead? No?
No.
Even the sheep run away if they feel such a mess, but the kids no, do not see them going out, are too stoned to even get up from chairs. At the end of the day ... in that place to their parents and the whole television that drunk. She had heard the school headmaster to embroider on the South, traditional school. Oh but how good! But in the meantime had returned the stolen goods and Carlone had come within its borders, hoping that the desire to save the soul of Cialledda follow him. And he - Cialledda always - was undecided whether to give him a much loved and even those played on the fact doverselo ask. No, better not. Already had performed that morning too.
Too anxious, too, to discover how and if the answer to gun would come and if the bastard if he was going to happen or continue to do that was vastaso. It
persuaded then, to find something to distract and slow down to not lengthen the working day, here's when Don Antonio back to the office no less than in the workplace and one of those faces convinced convinced. Discovered what all the calm of Carlone: \u200b\u200bit had, at any moment, raining its patron saint.
Blast in the corridor, Don Antonio threw a furtive glance right and left and in front of him Cialledda saw that in the meantime had begun carelessly, Unwilling to give the importance of waiting. The acceleration that
old man took was impressive despite his age, called him.
Cialledda not turn around.
call again. Approaching.
Cialledda as before.
again.
"The 'what is it?" He replied finally, just after turning. Don Antonio, who almost stumbled into as well as a few shots in less that that the "heart beat, was raised by the end of the chase.
Cialledda had to wait for his two big breaths. Pure.
"Meh?"
"said that friend that you can go for that service out of him." But you see who is the postman!
Don Antonio in his true nature. The friend was
Cannon, easy. Wanted out Cialledda campaign and say it was not hard to imagine where, among all the land that had, meant waiting for him.
probably even sure the priest had no idea what he was talking about. Imagined and also apt. But that's all right. For him. Harvest
the message, gave him away to the priest who went about his business.
not have to wait.

The omission meant the organization of the meeting night. But Cialledda was immediately set in motion. Even before the sunset was around the unfinished building that dominated the fund in which his father had been killed and that was the backdrop to the life of Cialledda as it had begun. Around the walls was filled with Dry, high hedges of brambles and other shrubs spontaneous, capers and rosemary, now low and swollen, now as high as a man, Cialledda sagged and we crawled back, and when in danger of being discovered, he moved behind the olive trees or, as at this time, saliva on a carob tree and slipped between the branches. Like any boy in the area, when Cialledda did not want to be seen, only the mosquitoes were able to track him down. But it must be
summer.
It was not.
Cialledda contemplated the unfinished house, his father had begun to build that he could have eight or maybe ten years, now for a reason now to the other and a series of cards that Cialledda not remember you were always delayed time jobs best with some more money in your pocket.
fact is that had grown tall and had only managed to finish the first two floors that his father had in mind, one big room with a fireplace for heat and for cooking. The second floor were the bedrooms and bathroom. Sometimes we spent some summer evening with friends and family to eat and drink using the table as a big pile of tiles that would be used in the future, covered by a heavy white cloth. Among the guests
father also Cannon family.
the bottom side was another building, the lower and smaller, but completely finished and with a little porch on which clung a climbing on broad leaves. That was the success of Cannon father.
He had killed his own dear close when he got all the permits to continue to build. And maybe then was not the meter of land border that had blown up the wheels, but just the fact that Cannon's father felt he could fuck the other, even in a crap where he failed. The father of Cialledda, moreover, was part of that half-mafia made up of councilors, priests, and farmers with diabetes. There was actually some talk too much and failing.
Cannon could not bear.
According to the country, still well done.
Incidentally, the fund and the building had gone to the mother of Cialledda, but among all the land that had, Cannon son waiting for him in the one that was not his to point out that he was still lord it and that if the mother Cialledda had managed to preserve the property was proper and above all for that. Cialledda just could not understand where he was going to parry the thinking of people like him.
Now it was dark at all, the country was under a black sky with a little moon and Cialledda could make out only occasionally the pale stripe of the road until it sprouted two headlights of a car before shooting at a sharp bend and then reappeared approaching .
There he is.
With the darkness and over the tree, Cialledda was invisible, and yes even in broad daylight would not change much. At that time, after such a long time when it had happened while he was about to jump down from the carob tree, Cialledda thought of his arrest. Many times he had wondered why do not you run away? and reviewing the whole scene in slow motion was always a moment, a gap, always one more than the previous time when it would be able to escape and once out of the house would not have taken more. If the
Cialledda then, it was said, was like that of now ... Instead they came to take him at night while he slept, his mother had let the cops in the house making him sign up to do and when her sister disappeared into hiding - you then! - Cialledda was grabbed and kicked and punched to the police station and arrived with his face swollen, his lips split, two teeth less and bent double, so the pain in the abdomen. A barely stand on their legs and could not speak or even to hear why so many of those shots had arrived on the ears get run over.
Six armed against one, a boy who had made broke ass in the country throughout the day and sleeping. Now they were also one hundred .....
went down. He saw a light draw the compartment door, the door remained open and a dark figure stood in the doorway. It was to be cannon. The car was still moving, the man disappeared and then reappeared bowed, walking backwards, as if he was dragging something.
returned back again and the car engine died. Silence. The light increased, he must have lit a second lumen, the larger, so that Cialledda - now behind a bush - he could see clearly all the interior that enabled the door. It was all family and everything where he had left, the pile of tiles and the large hole in the corner immediately opposite the entrance at ground level, at the point where the floor would come down the drains.
Cialledda remembered ... a child was afraid to look into it because once we had seen putting on a serpent before disappearing she turned to look at, very badly. Cialledda And he was afraid. His father had told him that it was not possible: "Only people look at you wrong."
And he added, giving him a handful but not so benign, on the head: "You see? - And pointed to the hole - What comes to the sea! "
Cialledda, then as now, he could not imagine why his father, at times, saying shit like. He knew very well that did not reach the sea, but the hole ended in a sort of tunnel, lined with cement, which ended up under the house two or three hundred yards away and comes from a rise in the ground on a sort of a cesspool open at the confluence of at least ten other terms such as sewers and that in fact they were only great pipes, great as those that were sometimes close to the yards and where Cialledda and the other children playing tag.
The earth drank it all.
Cialledda He also knew that less than fifty yards from the house there was a manhole cover and it was from there that he decided to slip in order to come to understand that the same combination of shit gun.
He turned it around the house without going outside the door, which had previously remained open, almost walking on all fours between the rows of artichokes on the right side and coming again among the olive trees at the back. Once spotted, under the tree more wrong and who was raised in that pruning had given to his father and under the pile of stones which had probably placed his grandfather. In fact ...
But now it was to seek, to dig in the dark, hands, below the plowed soil and hard. Tlak felt his hands while sinking, the sound of broken branches, of someone who rose above Cialledda looked around just as the clouds discovered the moon and he became even distinguishable from the road, but nothing, no one was there. And nothing could not find. Tlak tlak again and again to peer Cialledda, sagging, there must be some shit! And in the meantime continued to shake the earth tlak! Tlak! Tlak! The sound came louder and Cialledda realized he was wrong by UL, in front of him. Perhaps he had decided to break once and for all. "Fuck ..." she muttered to herself and her hands in the earth riaffondo tlak! Tlak! Tlak! again and there tended time and the manhole cover was gone and he might as well report directly tlak! Tlak! Tlak! Tlak! Tlak! Tlak! strong and prolonged
"What the fuck? - Did Cialledda - Just ahead of me you have to fall? "
tlak.
Cialledda resumed staring at the dig tree. Tlak! Tlak! He stepped back a few steps. Tlak! Tlak! recoiled still tlak! Tlak! and more ...
tlak. Rattled
here a bit 'of land here is the sewer.
"What a story ..." and opened it. Ascended to his nostrils the smell of all the dead and the manner of crap layered his entire family. It was no longer a child and had to bend and proceed to walk mainly because the bottom plane was slippery as well as smelly.
neighborhood. He felt a lot of things behind the walk on the face and neck and had to kill the stunt with a strange little thing that was putting down my spine. He reached into his pocket and decided to become a light with the lighter, but the show he saw convinced him crawling in the dark to continue and not to try to discover the extent to which he could not be emotional.
And besides, it was he who had decided to break into people's houses. Respectfully came and went under the house. He thought you could only hear, but instead hole opened directly on the drain and Cialledda could see, almost could put his head was so close and emerge from the floor. From there
Cannon could see standing up to his knees and the boy perfectly bound and gagged, lying on the ground a few feet away from him. Cannon was decided so ... and had satisfied ....
The boy was terrified. Cannon paced nervous now kicked in the stomach for that poor defenseless, now stood before the door.
"But when you get that fucking bastard?" She heard him say and almost wanted to laugh.
The boy whimpered, gagged and in pain and struggled like a fish pulled out of the water.
And her eyes were those who could not understand why all this was happening to him.
yet ... knew that face .... the light coming down from the house, Cialledda looked her right hand and the face of the boy who fell down the stairs, hit in the face as he tried to prevent him from reaching his grandmother Lisetta, were no longer a mystery.
In the midst of all the crowd had not connected .... and relatives of the boy had not arrived en masse to revenge, but to realize what had combined. Evidently he often procured for trouble. And he had escaped in the odd explosion. And maybe even without wanting to Cannone, he knew the whole story and who knows what his part was to have cost him little effort
Now it was Cialledda.
was then that she felt something wrap around his left leg, something so heavy and strong and vibrant to block every move. In an instant his back and walked out of the corner of the eye pose Cialledda saw the large head and gray on his shoulder, forcing him to bend his neck down to fit conveniently on the opposite side. He let out a long breath and intense and then stretched again to turn and face Cialledda with two eyes that made the little light turned on and gold, with two narrow vertical slits, red blood, for pupils.
Seven teeth, long, shiny and curved protruded from the mouth.
blew looking as bad as the first time they had seen: Cialledda had become larger.
And you too, no doubt about it.
blew again. Cialledda made two and two together and realized that from that moment, even for revenge had had enough. Probably the Queen Viper, thoughts, smells and Cialledda the observed slip up to the hole. The boy, died before he noticed right away and maybe for fear that the bite to the neck, inflicted as fast as a whip.
Cannon did not even have time to see her get up on all its attacks and strike.
Cialledda was again afraid of death.
Especially while now returned to him. Cialledda back down along the body slowly as if he or she may feel honored to be considered worthy step. Cialledda felt the pull to the ankle, was telling him to leave. And he saw it and did not hear until, released by which he joined he turned towards the entrance that had brought him downstairs. She snapped her mouth wide open in the direction of Cialledda, the moonlight seemed even bigger and his eyes momentarily stunned Cialledda. The next moment there was neither the snake nor the moon.
The olive tree was silent.
Cialledda went back to place the metal plate and covered it with earth.
He understood: it had to come back.
Just this once, had helped him.
Who knows why.

4:
Cialledda decided to do the janitor had had enough.
made the announcement the next day and in his first real day off, went to pick up a bit ' Impression and get some 'sunny streets.
The fuss over the death of the boy's gun and was not excessive: they had much of that poison in his body to kill the whole country.
Cocks them, they thought the investigators and relatives. The next day
Cialledda learned that Maria was dead, just as he was walking in the fields, planted in front of his house, a car that nobody, but nobody had recognized to be that of Cannon and always no one, nobody, saw stop, reverse and do pass and repass on the poor. Still no one had seen
gun down, make sure the transition and leave satisfied.
Cialledda thought that after all had deserved what he got, even if unscheduled. Marianna
For a little 'sorry.
who remain? Don Antonio! Don Antonio
simply grabs the funeral.

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Cialledda - First and Second Analytical


Laughing and joking, Cialledda had made twenty-five years jail for a crime he did not commit.
's career had just begun Cialledda twenty-five years ago, a time when he did not know that they have the criminal mind, refined intelligence, ready to murder and get away with it. Soon after, however, cream of psychiatrists, judges, lawyers, professors and all his friends and relatives, tried him and swore so much that Cialledda could not help but accept the reality of the facts - then - thank the dear people who prevented him from hurting himself and to others. The prison chaplain then explained that this was or could be admirable, and despite all the evidence that he, too, Cialledda, the beast, was the son of God
distressed him even when the release order announced that the debt of Cialledda with justice, was just honored. But both were happy, very happy.
A social worker, no longer young at the exit waiting for him: told him to know all the details of his case and would do everything possible to help him.
Cialledda swept on the road that led to his country, in the staff car that always had the name of the country on the doors and occasionally stopping to tell the details of life in prison (he did not do), the dining room (where he had ate), workshop (which did not even know where and if there was), the occasional visits of his mother. She moved, reassembled the top and continued so until his cell phone - getting paid by the country etc.. - Rang and a voice too high and too worried, asked for an explanation for the delay.
She composed herself, she began to give the Cialledda not mashing the accelerator and drove like a madman.
Cialledda already glad it was now even more.

landed in his mother's house, the reception was affectionate, but brief as it was so removed, without too much effort, just a couple of days before. However, he made an impression because he thought, should not be so easy to support someone like him under the same roof, but my mother is my mother and fuck that was the first conviction ... straceeerta of his guilt ... But even if the mother ... of that ...
Her sister came out from the maze of a house and met him and embraced him and kissed him long on the cheeks and forehead: then learned of his (her) coming as unexpected (with a brother like that!) And incredibly happy marriage, a thousand thousand tears and no excuses for him never visited (because his girlfriend - because, against his will, already compromised) kisses and hugs and then again the news of a decent lunch and plenty for his return, not in its of course, honor, decency, one should not say in his honor.
His mother had already taken over the daily activities broom and dustpan in hand, his sister disappeared again in one of his caves to resurface with a new embroidered tablecloth new, never used. Her mother looked through the question and annoyed.
Cialledda were already twenty or thirty seconds staring at the photo of his father and great grand and beautiful view of the mobile along the long dining room. Strategic point to be seen by every corner of the house.
The mother noticed it. He changed his area of \u200b\u200boperations and probably chose the one farthest from the meditations of Cialledda.
his father in the picture: a face like a black and white in a color photo, no significant expression, looking away and pointing into the camera while the mind, considered the photographer and his entire family bastard. In the same way the photographer retraced through the lens throughout the epic that the monkey had led to the evolution of the son of a bitch and then finally there, to wrinkles carved by the cold of the morning four of his client.
Cialledda was fascinated by his insights suissime ipsissima between the high and things were to be considered the absolute truth - and this being an expression as a priest made it easier to learn - and the truth that Cialledda that self-appointed, and autocall themselves up with the nickname, the wonder of documents containing the first name - unless protagonistic first name - the truth that was Cialledda coinciding with that of the priest in a worrying way, and also that - given the time, since the prison - illegal.
In the dining room, the room good, Cialledda got to look in the mirror of the great house, which his mother had been a wedding gift. Mirror almost the same age that well, despite cleaning and attention, his years carried them badly. Cialledda had locked up twenty-five years for the murder of four people, including his father. The environment (can go), poverty (not sure which), bullying (and yes that sooner or later I would have done, but in that case it was not me) and all the whining about his alleged mental weakness as not only proclaimed himself innocent, but was clearly upset by the fact (although, beast, monster, murderess eeee was much worse at the bar of the square), he had been granted mitigating circumstances. In conclusion twenty-five and four months. 25 plus 25 fifty - plus four months. A man fifty
which fortunately had time to lose his virginity.
Cannon - Caringella Onofrio said - he was the culprit - the day the fact was seventy-two, leathery farmer and means that friendships between mafia as he had thrown Cialledda, the idiot in jail. And then almost a meter and a half (1.25 meters) in dispute, was really part of his field and even the logic Catholic village, was also not doing too well out of the boy. Cannon was now dead, all the protagonists were dead except of course a paralyzed, incontinent, and among the least important. Cialledda hand gun was alive and that he deserved it offered a coffee or a dinner to thank him: I live and the years they threw the mirror and not him.
His sister appeared behind him, always in the mirror, they looked at - from there Cialledda realized that for her, the prison was like a kind of refrigerator. He, at least, was well preserved, it was not aged. Cialledda breathed on the mirror, something in his chest crushed and pulped as an orange all the veins and arteries were stretched like rubber bands together - always happened every time we tried - though a portion of the glass is clouded imperceptibly, became Cialledda force, dall'accasciarsi restrained - every time he tried - he stood pointing his hands on the wall - every time he tried to breathe.
Still Truth and the Truth of Cialledda, bright red, robust, smooth and youthful.
He went out, walked to the campaign - needed to be alone and think. Another thing he had learned to do inside when not moving from his bed for months and was not eating well, not drinking and was well, no body was not pissed he did not sleep and was always good. And he noticed the smell of the dark and light taste.
Towards the fifth year in prison for the first time in his life, he thought Cialledda intentionally to God and hanged himself.
It happened early in the morning now, the practice in the ass (but we are America? Thought), they kept him there in his cell without thinking too much and waited to hang four or five hours with her eyes fixed on the floor. The first two minutes, while not opposed resistance, the sheets tied together around the neck hurt - tore the flesh, string, sawing and so on - still two minutes and choked-Cialledda meekly allowed himself to choke - smiled - but continued to shake the sheets, tearing, do evil.
But he did not like to pull down the same.
They did - to live is alive, is alive, the fool is alive - his fellow prisoners and took him to the infirmary - had always looked down - was deciding - if you close your eyes or not.
Before you replace it only said, "It hurts when I breathe" through the fuck you think all the next morning - the Cialledda morning after recalls - twenty-five years four months had passed two days six hours eight minutes and twelve seconds - was still healthy erections - the social worker admitted him-his mother had cooked - the sister appeared and disappeared - Cannon was dead - Cialledda she looked in the mirror and turned to the campaign to pretend to breathe the country air.

Cannon's son, he too was alive and well. He saw Cialledda, Cialledda saw him and a couple of times out of ten children are different from their fathers and is a good thing. But then we need to see what percentage and in that sense. The child in question these figures are around thirty percent abundant and very, very, very worse. So it's not goodbye, did not stop and forget until the next chance encounter.
This morning was the appointment with the caseworker and Cialledda went there with no pants: she settled well and then placed it as a school janitor, began the next day and then had only a few hours yet to be unemployed ex-convict, to enjoy in the mood first by worker discontent on which he had strong doubts, in particular the power to keep the mind busy. At eleven
26 minutes 34 seconds climbed to the elevated roads of the old town, a mix of stairs, scaffolding, planks covered with shabby concrete, stone chutes tarred or asphalted country that constituted a kind of secret and you were forced to pass through the studios or rooms or basement apartments or armored who lived there. Hello hello permit permit; fortunately he gets twenty-five years as well as a reputation ensured him a certain respect, and then had no problems. At twelve

47 minutes 19 seconds left somewhere else than where he entered and went home a prey to his thoughts. For convenience, in Italian thought back to the conversation he had with coma 'Lisetta about their nature and the events of recent years. He arrived to find her safe and in fact was there from the back entrance with white hair loose, long, on a pillow prevented them from touching the floor directly on the ground. The girl who had combed the arranged in concentric circles because they were all there. Cialledda girls had seen plenty of them in there between grandchildren and great grandchildren so, always busy at the same job, different each time and had never seen large. He said hello and coma 'Lisetta recognized the voice, he turned with his eyes in white, blind, holding hands. My son made the time to kiss sit down, sit down. Coma 'Lisetta always had smooth skin and the scent of that good mother nor the mother of Cialledda had never been on the table beside her always Neapolitan cards, the same pack, worn by the years.
"The grandmother ... I am tired. "
" My son, but you do not breathe! "
And they said a little 'things. For' had said the exact coma 'Lisetta giving shape to many of the suspects Cialledda.

the thirteen 10 minutes and 46 seconds Cialledda stopped in the cemetery that was closing the big black gate, no you can not get in, waiting for the afternoon.
from thirteen 30 minutes and 02 seconds to fifteen 15 minutes 01 seconds, Cialledda sat on the step down ' entrance of his house smoking a cigarette every now and then, taking them from the package he had bought thirteen consecutive 22 minutes and 22 seconds. Fortunately, if it was smoke, it was still feasible.
Then, finally entered the cemetery and stopped before the tomb of his father, shot him. The keeper looked at him and commented to himself from a distance. From
grandmother had also heard how his mother had made a living after her husband's death, to maintain the land and everything else. We had thought Cannon of course - and had also discovered who would marry his sister. The son of a gun cannon now in charge.
were only details, but it was well that discovers them at the last moment and not worried at all, considering Cialledda a good, balls to be like everyone said he was.
It stood there most of the afternoon and all evening until closing when the guard yelled at the other side of the cemetery to make a move because he Mom had to cook and fun to the day as Cialledda - he - the murderess - and that both her father had arranged so well that certainly did not run away. Hence the call for distance and hoe the beds at hand. All the facts were known to the caretaker Cialledda, which changed the old water the flowers, those who took away the dry leaves, washed the stones and glass frames of the niches. All the old talk about that day invigorated by Cialledda principle, as an example, teaching their grandchildren and even the old people who are still here. But statevene to die and stop!
Cialledda he returned home that all the rooms gave the fried and ate what was eat, she told her sister where she was and in reply he hurried to dinner and to slip in the shower to dress up well and wait by wait Cannon son, junior Cannon, Cannon II by the will of God My brother ... indeed .. . I am to be his brother ... humanity is a hierarchy to be respected. "Nino, the grandmother, do not worry - Coma 'Lisetta just before - you have to make persuaded that you are ... another thing ... do not worry about things that look ... see his grandmother how old she is? What do I need? And you would need that? Get the card that you see there ... - Cialledda began to take them one by one, from above, from below, from the center of the deck - seven ... swords, ace of spades - guess the grandmother - ... seven to money and money ... ace - to Cialledda liked it when he did so - ... six of swords, you're money, and six of seven cups, enough ... Do you understand that you do not scare you ... your a good thing if you're good and you're good, my grandmother knows ... you should not be afraid. "
" I have not. "
Her sister would be back, a little 'crumpled around one, one and a half.

When he came to school to work, was received by president and secretary, name, obviously knew his father. Children criminals who kept chained to the benches of the school recognized him immediately, to Cialledda third lesson was already the favorite janitor anyone wanted to hide around or go to the bathroom to smoke. The school janitor had approached the suspicious saying that if he wanted to earn some money by selling loose cigarettes to kids, you could do, only that morning had to count them together and then in half. Cialledda did not answer him, the janitor of the second floor was selling food, one third of the cold drinks, hot drinks to the gym, the floor was considered the guardian area, but the newcomer had to agree.
Cialledda knew then that we had tried to put vending machines, but the principal found himself behind the door hung an effigy for where there must have balls, so he preferred to continue to know nothing. Cialledda for the work was not bad and still had not been so tired. In a few salary, was already thinking, it could be considered to rent a room or two, live on their own which had already passed the desire to stay at his mother's house. Before the wedding of his sister would have to move in silence, without much scene to dodge the recitation of the mother left alone in old age.
Towards the middle of the fifth and final lesson is presented, the social worker to see how it goes. Not asked him, but the principal and then to the Secretary, indicating the dangerous subject Cialledda being recovered. "Well, how's it going?" And pointed.
"For now, all right." Treading They answered yet. The responsibility was
Cialledda Cialledda and no one wanted.
The janitor of the gym made his acquaintance at the end class, only three-quarters of the working day Cialledda - that you sell? Nothing? Sell \u200b\u200b... - he, she confided, was a criminal, but of a completely different school that Cialledda - happened when I was young - and said it was old - is still reason with honor killings.
fact, when the police - honorable men - had gone to arrest him - a man of honor - do not they put the handcuffs, but they said Mr. Baldassarre we want to follow? He said, 'I'm Ready! Let's go! "
They had given him seven years, reduced to four with extenuating circumstances, three for good behavior.
Released - even more honored - He had married the disgraced and disgraceful family slaughtered, had a public apology. Apology accepted. Magnanimous.
"Fuck you and honored," replied Cialledda.
The janitor of the gym did not answer, but looked at him with hatred. Genuine hatred.
The rest of the day passed quickly.
was finally ready to sleep the sleep of the worker.
the face of its first new enemy.

Water was sobbing from the tap in the bathroom, Cialledda took a good fifteen minutes to fill the bucket. Section III D: dust, wash, cassino and gypsum. Sprinkle Sprinkle chalk wash and rinse cassino cassino, finished gypsum, also ask tomorrow because Carlone, the secretary if the secretary was holding tightly closed in a cabinet which only he had the key. Change the cast only when they're all gone, only then! the cast is his life, the chalk govern his whole life also and above all when they turned against his friends are white and smooth or rough the most colorful and rare.
"Let's make the trip to the contrary - says Carlone - teachers are now to get it on their own." Here is the key, really you are giving me?
No, wait, wait I've almost finished. Gliel'hai not yet forgiven? When you make peace with chalk Carlone? So always be able to scrub from under the nose. The scrub and use it yet to write up-that no one has yet figured out how it ever got - to write the truth about you, in white limestone on the facade of the school - CARLONE dickhead.
Cialledda gathered chalks happily returned to the Secretary that all closed and "Go on, go well ..." Back

back ... - Says his grandmother - but really ... so long ago there was a big heart, huge, beating once every thousand ten thousand million years. Then TU TUM - TUM and even humans, animals, cities, wars, earthquakes, sunrise, sunset and everything else that runs on its own and TU TUM - TUM, TUM, TU - TUM ... "
Cialledda was left with a piece in his hand. His mother - already, Mom - I had sent by a boy who lived in the same way because "Cialla 'the door has expired, Cialla' - repeated like a man possessed - Cialla 'muvet about you Vole Mamet, Cialla'! "
Cialla 'Cialla' ... Expired when the door is not open any more, give the hinges and the door does not stay raised off the ground just enough to open it without leaving marks on the floor crawling blacks ugly and hard to wash away.
Cialledda to social thought of the night before, telling him to hurry up come come with your eyes closed and tongue out like a thirsty dog \u200b\u200band thinking and thinking that was the right counterpart have enjoyed and have been granted in a day of illness ("I really could not be but ..." so are the forces for the next time), took it willingly. He had also found the famous room ... we go from mom ... always had to move.
Cialledda fact is that he barely touched the door (to be seen more participatory approach to the certainty we can do something), than a beautiful piece from the top almost to the lock was removed with a dry crack. And down on swearing and shouting curses and insults with which traces the career of her mother since birth Cialledda after childbirth - unfortunately, unfortunately - well, until the hand of murderous Cialledda which had risen on his father.
That's right.
emerged from the house with her sister and the Good Gun, "What do you want from him? - Protective - Make a carpenter, perhaps? While we're at the door that changed everything did more of his time. "Cannone generator.
Cialledda was the first time she saw him at home, probably - again, decency - two single women, this son ... - Removed Cialledda had entered him.
sister, caressing, Cialledda taken by the arm, pressed against him and laying her head on his shoulder, began a walk around the house without saying a word, accompanying it in practice entrance. Cialledda opened and her sister does not come off until he had passed the threshold.
The door closed behind Cialledda who understood very well that there was no more put foot.

"You have to leave."
"Where I go I do not have any money?"
Grandma cleaned the beans. As always manages to hit the bowl in which they gathered on a table next to her, Cialledda remained a mystery. The stems fell to the ground at his feet. Cialledda had ceased to work and he did not feel like eating, sleeping and even then it was gone yarn from coma 'Lisetta. He had bought flowers and pastries, those swan-shaped, with the cream. It bit into a, just as he told his grandmother the latest facts.
"... and instead of someone like you is always a blessing, for luck every time one is born .... You have to leave, you must be gone from here. One must cross the sea by force. Still it was. "
"And do what?"
"To make you forget. Just wait and your time will come."
"As the door ..."
"As death."
Cialledda it was not realized: the girl had entered and had begun to sweep away the stalks of beans. Cialledda looked at her, she looked Cialledda.
What number does have the same eyes?

Four. They had arrived in four from behind a hill. Cialledda did not know where he was, at the beginning seemed like a place from which he had seen parts of Adelaide time ago, before going to jail. What the fuck am I doing in Adelaide? No, wait here ... and you? Women. Dream women. The dream for strength.
All red with green eyes even I know? And the girl, the niece of his grandmother, the one that sweeps the ground, the combs her hair, she has green eyes.
Every now and then I saw those eyes and hair with blacks. And why are you sad?
women without hearing proceeded, the fields, everywhere, everywhere Cialledda was, they were all burned by the cold. But if we are in summer, because we are not in the summer? They went on slow curves and beautiful, beautiful curves in a burden Cialledda not see.
Cialledda and I'm the janitor! Cialledda my name, pretend to understand what? I'm not very smart ... where the women spent their flowers fade. Oh, are you? Why do things die? Cialledda followed him along the trail of flattened plants marches that left later had to go down to fatigue, depression and had to use an open hand and foot to go down, they preceded him by a long way from what? It was dark and Cialledda began to see the glow of a fire, other shapes, other shapes ... came ... the light of the fire was too strong on the dark of the night progressed, Cialledda could not distinguish faces, only layers of clothes that had to be long and black and light Fire grandmother on a bed of flowers open and large that the flames began to lick.
grandmother lying with his hands crossed on his chest, tears were alone, she felt all around him were crying. The grandmother was not moving, not at all moved, the smell of the flowers became stronger in the heat of the fire and then suddenly a huge big flame, the highest of all and her grandmother was gone, there ' was more fire, there was darkness, darkness in the dark was crushed by a great darkness. The grandmother had died
Lisetta Cialledda and did not know why.

the like instead, he heard the next morning. He had woken up yet in the nose with the scent of flowers, dressed in random and went running toward the house of coma 'Lisetta.
And there were people around, Cialla 'je meggie about you go and fuck with me go, pulled back the strong old man who was put in the middle of the stairs going up to grandma's house. The old man ended up on a group of women who pressed against each other confabulation, all fell on a pile of dust and debris. Vattin 'Vattin' told him all he came up, some guappetto of the road became too threatening, the first Cialledda dealt a punch in the face that broke out in a bubble of blood and teeth all present clinging smeared along the narrow staircase. Je muerte! Nun if Muevete, je Muerte! cried behind him. But who cares if he's dead!
fact is that you did all by then: he was always where he arrived with his grandmother, among the papers Neapolitan, all his belongings, a pile of rosaries, crucifixes of all the materials and forms, of all the holy pictures or paintings designed that you were not really sure if they were saints or something really disguised as a saint. My grandmother had not even put a blanket on the floor and stood there with his head all broken open by a gunshot, clear light, how do you shoot the head of the grandmother? No trace of the girl. Meanwhile, the brothers had come forward and the father of what he had hit the stairs, but the look of Cialledda bending over her grandmother, who was stroking his bloody head hands, was enough to get them back from the mob, convinced that he had gone too well.
"thou hast been? - Cialledda cried, but he was not shouting, was a mass of angry beasts - Who was that?"
Silence. From then on
Cialledda did not understand anything.

Who knows how much time had passed. Cialledda recovered from a kind of sleep that people still ran towards him, who are these? Carabinieri, weapons in hand, ran all Cialledda barely had time to look around that were about him go! Go! Move! Behind a whole caravan of stretchers, emergency radio, ambulances, did not recognize the place where he was and yet he was in my grandmother's house .... around a slaughterhouse, the entire building had collapsed, bodies everywhere, he was covered in blood from head to foot, but remained on his feet, he felt pain. The ambulance that came for the deviation in the wrong way. I wonder why there was a social worker in the midst of all the spectators, "Take me home" and she made him perhaps the tragedy, perhaps because no one would ever know in the midst of all this mess if it led to home.
Cialledda there had never been, it was all pink stuff a pillow stuffed full of trinkets and so on, even without asking for permission spotted the bathroom and went to slide it under the shower.
He undressed under the stream of water flowed forth red, did not no injuries or anything. He was fine, what the hell happened? She leaned down by moving the white plastic in red hearts.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"They say a gas leak, a tank that blew up everything, but I'm not sure it was all charred vitrified ... ... as if there was a flash ... are you ok then?"
Something snapped in his mind and body Cialledda, as if there had become something solid - he smiled - "Very good. Just great. Fuck?"

But maybe he did not say so, Cialledda was very kind.
"And then it ended up as a grandmother? What happened?"
"I do not know, has never Cialledda tell anyone and then went away without saying either A or O, and no one has seen. Some say he's gone to South America. "
" It's not that you just forgot? "
The grandmother made a face as if the child had hit the mark.
" Get a bowl from the cupboard - you merely said - we clean the beans. "

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