Christmas, 2009. There are still those who believe in miracles?
I do, because I saw an angel.
A Christmas Carol
"'Jamme sir, a few cents for the medicines," shouted the little boy with Romanian Marlboro in his mouth on the corner of main street, disturbing the rich and furred ladies all engaged in furious but always exciting Christmas gift hunt.
The reflections of the decorations on the street to the little tot Romanian donavano a crisp yellowish color, while the phlegm voice betrayed a past alcoholic.
"Please your worship of a bid for turnovers," continued the bimbino, and the tenderness that really stirred the hearts of bystanders was third only to the disgust felt repressed and racism. Suddenly
that differ between one and another, a tall, well dressed, with long waist to legs too short and with a strange foaming at the mouth, approached the Romanian sweetie with a gallant: "Hello, little boy Romanian, would deprive you of mica some change necessary to your livelihood to make an offer? "
" AO, vecchiàc but cazzu say, I do not see that 'died of hunger, I? 'NDU fuck pijo deaf to offer. "
The well-dressed elderly gentleman came up with his father to the child and, resting a hand gently on the shoulder and buttocks of a boy, exclaimed: "See, my wise little Romanian, it is a good deed that will allow us to save many of your children in the worst conditions."
"But the head of cocks', then yes RINCO de ugly! But you saw me? I stink and I do not wash for months, do not eat shit for three days. Come, then, move the legs from the thighs and remove from my cock. Not n'eur I've got. "
"At least 50 cents!" Said the old man from the big draw.
"You will 'fess. Vattinni before you load de hand ".
Then, in front of this desperate situation, the gentleman approached her lips wrinkled child's ear, according careful not to lose contact with his buttocks and, with a heart full of good feelings, whispered softly: "If you come to my house I can give you 20 €! Just be gentle with me. "
"Aaaahhh, ricchione well. Charity 'then I'm fucking. Vabbuò, go to your house so that in 32 years to go through the Romanian child merciful is not so easy. "
He said Mauro, francavillese thirty-two, as she walked away with his new friend.
he was an angel?
So apparently, while I saw him leave.
the street was beginning to snow and a new miracle of Christmas was to be accomplished again. Merry Christmas from Michael
Iurlaro.
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