THE MERDEIDE
Finalmente ecco che trova soddisfazione una lunga ricerca nel cono d’ombra della letteratura scatologica.
Poiché è arcinoto che non ci si può mondare dai peccati se non li si ha compiuti prima, altrettanto è per la letteratura. Insozzare the verse and prose and then slordarsi and dry with pages of Dante's work is to gain the paradise to anyone who puts his hand. And in the case of the poem that I am about to present, the metaphor of a repulsive put his hand will be worth even irresistible.
is out of the cylinder Section Lipparini another sample of the jokes: after Pietro Aretino (the great Tuscan poet who spoke ill of all that outside of Christ, giving as excuse to say: do not know him) and his lustful sonnets, arrives The Merdeide Tommaso Stigliani. Assholes poem on Madrid from the early '600.
I'm not saying everything else is in the link.
Ps: the fact that at this time, you could write a poem about my life and, without doing an injustice to the taxonomy or to the literary genres, you could call Merdeide, only strengthens my love for literature: enjoy!
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