The Bird Shit.

 It was my twin daughters 5 year birthday. It was Sunday and the family went to the Basilica for Mass. Everybody come to my home for the celebration of my daughters. I was so happy, the weather was good, all my brothers and sisters could meet together. My people from other houses come and we have big party. So many come we make the party on the road. My best friend, he flies  airplane, the only airplane in Sassi over the top of the houses to surprise the girls.

 The pigeon they get scared and fly away, one pigeon does the shit on the cake. My sweet little angels look so sad. I look to my wife, she funny and tries not to show the children. My poppa he take the spoon to clean. I hold his hand as I stand up, I shout this is a miracle a great sign from God. I squeeze the cheeks of my angels one in each hand and tell them God has blessed you. I ask my brother to take the cake to the garbage for it is not good enough for my blessed daughters.

 I say to my friends at the restaurant bake me a cake as fast as you can, make it with chocolate and bake it with love for my sweet girls have a bless from above. This is from American nursery rhyme?

 My good friends they make such a good cake and everyone like so much. Now when someone have a birthday, they come to my restaurant.
I leave you with a saying from Giovanni Giocondo, I am your friend and my love for you goes deep. There is nothing I can give you which you have not got, But there is much, very much, that, while I cannot give it, you can take. No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today. Take heaven! No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant. Take peace! The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy.

Uploaded 12/19/2010
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