When I lived in Brownsville, Brooklyn, the only flora and fauna were the starling, the cockroach and the itchy-ball tree (took me until I was in my twenties to know that it was the sycamore tree).
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
