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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-07-14 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | entering the dome il carabiniere shouted at me: ma che cosa fai! and fumbled my knapsack but wasn’t good either – va fa’n culo! and I lingered in san marcus square with the pigeons perched on my head and my shoulders long enough for sabrina to see me when father got out with the gait of a retired Indian the spectacles in his mouth we had an involtino at 3 euros each one lots of cheese he said and on the tiny ship a flame burst out I was wearing the black t-shirt with viva italia in chinese plastic just when the boat entered the cemetery-island and the girl vanished into the dark riding the yacht’s bow as a lagoon
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