the Italian language

The Italian language

I would like to immigrate from Portugal to Italy
After ten o'clock at night, I switch on the TV 
and watch an Italian soap opera 
I don't understand a word of what the actors
say, but it is the way they say it, no hard 
Consonant, no one is asked to stand to attention
For a comma, a full stop is a mere bagatelle 
Not understanding what actors say is not 
important, it is about facial expression and screams
So many pleasant surprises, last night's program
about a man who looked scruffy, he looked like 
an evil character, but as it turned out, he is a police
inspector and arrested the man who looked like 
matinee idol for the murder of the girl 
All this happened in a modulated language where
crass consonants, dare not enter
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