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NoonDecember 4, 2022 – 08:40
When something wrinkled, misplaced in the closet
from Eric DeLuca
Wrinkled, misplaced in the wardrobe: was my mother’s constant reproach. He lived with me after my father died. He kept tidy. I appreciated the of him, after not. The clothes must be clean, but they don’t need to be ironed, folded and neatly arranged. I wash the dishes, I don’t dry them, I leave them on the plate together with the crockery.
I rarely run a brush through my remaining hair. I wonder what they are waiting for to get rid of the scalp. I am amppuciato inside and out. Returning from trips to Ukraine with the van, I notice that the world is very muddy. Mo ‘l ci è pure’ o friddo, c’ammapuca di di lui.
Here, the disproportionate, speculative and usurious increase in energy tariffs is ammappucianno household wallets, reducing them to a pellet. Their civil patience is magnificent for now. Naples, on the other hand, has its own muddled version that gives it the air of a lived-in woman, a grace and an undersized smile between the wrinkles.
Naples, at least that’s how I see it, ammappuciata with style.
December 4, 2022 | 08:40
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