'Speak softly love so no one hears us but the sky. <br />The vows of love we make will live until we die.' <br />From: 'The Godfather' <br /> <br />Figs d'India makes the counterpoint to oranges, here and there some farms in ruins, <br />Somebody tills the soil and you never see anybody around. <br />Some hang their soft hats, have the ties, take decisions around a table. <br />Others wear cloth caps, tucked up their sleeves, seat at the small tables in the roads. <br />You must seek the godfather: he doesn't go to you. <br />You must remember if you did you a favour. <br />Listen to Fats Domino: 'But all those vows we made <br />Were never to be'. <br />The movie is thirty six: the myth of a criminal family had its director from Magna Grecia. <br />Young America that believed everything boring was also serious! <br />Lands where mothers are lacking can't have godfathers in place of them. <br />'Vitti 'na crozza supra nu cannuni - I saw a skull on a gun', <br />The godfather's daydream continues this way: <br />'Murivu senza toccu di campani - I died without touch of bells'. <br />After a busy day you lay down on the bed in the gloom, Lesbia, <br />Your little coat opened on the groin <br />The olive complexion of your strong thigs appeared. <br />Our son will be born among the Greek olives. <br />The John Lennon's nasal voice sings: <br />'You made me cry when you said goodbye <br />Ain't that a shame? '<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mafia/
