LA CREAZZIONE DER MONNO (The Creation of The World)

Giuseppe Gioachino Belli

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L'anno che Gesucristo impastò er monno,
Ché pe impastallo già c'era la pasta,
Verde lo vorze fà, grosso e ritonno,
All'uso d'un cocommero de tasta.

Fece un zole, una luna e un mappamonno,
Ma de le stelle poi dì una catasta:
Su ucelli, bestie immezzo, e pesci in fonno:
Piantò le piante, e doppo disse: "Abbasta".

Me scordavo de dì che creò l'omo,
E coll'omo la donna, Adamo e Eva;
E je proibbì de nun toccaje un pomo.

Ma appena che a maggnà l'ebbe viduti,
Strillò per dio con quanta voce aveva:
"Ommini da vienì, sete futtuti"


English

The year Jesus Christ kneaded the world,
The stuff for doing so was already there,
He wanted it to be green, big and round,
Like a ripe water-melon.

He made a sun, a moon and a globe,
And a real multitude of stars:
Birds up, animals midway, and fishes at the bottom:
He planted plants, and then said: "That's enough".

I forgot to say that he created man,
And, with man, woman too, Adam and Eve;
And he forbade them to touch a fruit.

But as soon as he saw them eating,
By God, he shouted as loud as he could:
"People to come, you're in trouble".

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