Carmela has the contagious joy of a little girl, and her face wrinkled like a field ready for planting.
eyes bright, sharp, in a nondescript gray-green.
In the mouth, lots of profanity and a few teeth survivors of a dripping senile, as well as a smile that warms the heart.
Carmela is illiterate: he has had the opportunity to study because he had to help his father in the fields.
has eighty, and was not in regret and remorse parchment. Only
many memories, beautiful, and some atherosclerosis in telling me a hundred times always with the same words.
As a young man, had to be nice: small, petite, big breasts, beautiful hair, a beautiful row of strong teeth, infectious laugh.
A free woman.
One of those who do not care what they say about her fellow villagers who never has resigned herself to widowhood, dress dark, being alone.
One that has always managed to keep up with the other accomplice irony, sharp tongue and sincerity.
The teenager who went to the movies and opted for the small stage to be able to make out with the young guy.
The girl, though it was no longer celibate for some time, made the 'fuitina' with her husband.
The young man who does not miss a village festival, a chance to dance to the sound of accordion and violin.
The old woman who became her boyfriend, as usual, many years her junior.
Who, for fear of trial of four sons, had with the good soul of his wife, the only phone in the evening and when she is at the country, comes to visit only at night.
A Romeo & Juliet in arianoirpinese sauce, at the time of the domestic workers and dentures.
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