Little Joy - Little Joy 
After deep reflection, he realized that it was not for me, the monastic life ... oh yes! Why was a child I wanted to become a nun, but I think ... me dressed as a nun! Of course I changed a little the monastic style of dress, shortened some long skirts, some "gap" in the skirts, where it would be seen a delicate lace garter belt, a bit of cleavage on her breasts and then ... just go, otherwise excommunicate me for life! I would have been a nun too sexy, but Monaca di Monza! So my life went, like all girls my age: study, friends, some time to dance, but thought it was among my favorite as "scrub" my brothers always! The thought was our mutual, maybe we do not sleep at night sometimes! I only "fimminedda helpless at home", or only defenseless girl (can not imagine how I smile as I write), at the mercy of "du mascula overbearing brothers", that two brothers bully who did everything to make me understand that they were older brothers and blah .. bla .. bla .. and I had to obey certain criteria sexist. "To my sti that?" (To me these things ?)... Never! It was they who had to change their way of thinking, has never said that I had folded easily supporting, I "broke me, but I do not bend!" In short it was a constant struggle, where the weapons were made available to verbal confrontations, where they were out differences of opinion between them, like a sentence that sent them into a rage when I told them "God created woman to be forgiven for having created man ". I do not say education for their answer ... 'm sure you've guessed it! I also learned a trick to not take me by the hair during sudden rush to escape after some of my resentment, how to listen to telephone conversations with their love, which gave the best of their own corny as ever, and then began to mock them, I spent my long braids around her head and secured by clips and then ... pigliatemi if you do it! It will tell you more, I learned to beat the game of poker. I was good at "bluffing" on warm summer evenings in the countryside often were organized poker games to the death with my brothers, sometimes there was also a friend of theirs, and this gave rise to more aggressive play poker. Imagine a summer evening among the scents of orange blossoms, the singing of crickets, moths who delighted in turning around the lamps and abundant golden bunches of grapes hanging from the patio of our house that turned into a gambling den on the table there were cold drinks, dried almonds, cookies, cherries or figs. I, even though c ome
usual I had no game in hand, remained impassive, did not reveal a fold of disappointment on my face, with cigarette in hand, lips, smoke that fogged my vision, always raised by who knows what I believe in my hand and looked at them straight in the eye with cool look, like a real poker pro, I do not understand they often did not even just a pair in your hand but I was rubbing them for good! It was the end, however, that things are reversed, because when they realize that bluffing ... were really racing for survival, we tiravamo all mandarins, figs, we exchanged kind words re not petibili, all accompanied by the reproaches of my mother trying to keep calm by telling us not to scream that he was not acting like we were doing well .. . but she cried most of us! Ah, these men do not admit defeat even the ... honest, playing poker.
After deep reflection, he realized that it was not for me, the monastic life ... oh yes! Why was a child I wanted to become a nun, but I think ... me dressed as a nun! Of course I changed a little the monastic style of dress, shortened some long skirts, some "gap" in the skirts, where it would be seen a delicate lace garter belt, a bit of cleavage on her breasts and then ... just go, otherwise excommunicate me for life! I would have been a nun too sexy, but Monaca di Monza! So my life went, like all girls my age: study, friends, some time to dance, but thought it was among my favorite as "scrub" my brothers always! The thought was our mutual, maybe we do not sleep at night sometimes! I only "fimminedda helpless at home", or only defenseless girl (can not imagine how I smile as I write), at the mercy of "du mascula overbearing brothers", that two brothers bully who did everything to make me understand that they were older brothers and blah .. bla .. bla .. and I had to obey certain criteria sexist. "To my sti that?" (To me these things ?)... Never! It was they who had to change their way of thinking, has never said that I had folded easily supporting, I "broke me, but I do not bend!" In short it was a constant struggle, where the weapons were made available to verbal confrontations, where they were out differences of opinion between them, like a sentence that sent them into a rage when I told them "God created woman to be forgiven for having created man ". I do not say education for their answer ... 'm sure you've guessed it! I also learned a trick to not take me by the hair during sudden rush to escape after some of my resentment, how to listen to telephone conversations with their love, which gave the best of their own corny as ever, and then began to mock them, I spent my long braids around her head and secured by clips and then ... pigliatemi if you do it! It will tell you more, I learned to beat the game of poker. I was good at "bluffing" on warm summer evenings in the countryside often were organized poker games to the death with my brothers, sometimes there was also a friend of theirs, and this gave rise to more aggressive play poker. Imagine a summer evening among the scents of orange blossoms, the singing of crickets, moths who delighted in turning around the lamps and abundant golden bunches of grapes hanging from the patio of our house that turned into a gambling den on the table there were cold drinks, dried almonds, cookies, cherries or figs. I, even though c ome 
usual I had no game in hand, remained impassive, did not reveal a fold of disappointment on my face, with cigarette in hand, lips, smoke that fogged my vision, always raised by who knows what I believe in my hand and looked at them straight in the eye with cool look, like a real poker pro, I do not understand they often did not even just a pair in your hand but I was rubbing them for good! It was the end, however, that things are reversed, because when they realize that bluffing ... were really racing for survival, we tiravamo all mandarins, figs, we exchanged kind words re not petibili, all accompanied by the reproaches of my mother trying to keep calm by telling us not to scream that he was not acting like we were doing well .. . but she cried most of us! Ah, these men do not admit defeat even the ... honest, playing poker. 
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