"Sicilian Cunning" is an issue I often deal with, being Sicilian. Let me tell you one thing, there is such a thing. Everyone I know has it, My father, myself, my mother, and my grandparents. It is a quiet power. You have the handle on things and nobody even knows it. You observe everything and analyze it. It is ,in essence, a sixth sense. L'amo molto.
And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.
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