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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>ER LOGOTENENTE (The Lieutenant)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come intese a ciarlà der cavalletto, <br>Presto io curze dar zor Logotenente: <br>"Mi' marito... Eccellenza... è un poveretto <br>Pe carità... Ché nun ha ffatto gnente". </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dice: "Mettet'a ssede". Io me ce metto. <br>Lui cor un zenno manna via la gente: <br>Po' me s'accosta: "Dimme un po' gruggnetto, <br>Tu' marito lo vòi reo o innocente?" </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Innocente", dich'io; e lui: "Ciò gusto" <br>E detto-fatto quer faccia d'abbreo <br>Me schiaffa la man-dritta drent'ar busto. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Io sbarzo in piede, e strillo: "Eh sor cazzeo..." <br>E lui: "Fijola, quer ch'è giusto è giusto: <br>Annate via: vostro marito è reo". </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>English </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As soon as I heard about the judicial punishment [1] <br>I hurried to the Lieutenant: <br>"Your Excellency, my husband is a poor fellow... <br>For goodness sake...he didn't do anything wrong". </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He says: "Sit down". I sit. <br>He waves the other people away: <br>Then he comes close to me: "Now tell me, pretty face, <br>Do you want your husband guilty or innocent?" </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Innocent" I say; he says: "I'm glad"; <br>And straight away that loathsome fellow [2] <br>Tucks his right hand inside my corset. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I jump up, and shout: "Hey you fool..." <br>He says: "My dear, fair's fair: <br>Go away: your husband's guilty".</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Giuseppe+Gioacchino+Belli">Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli</a></strong></div>

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