Virginia Castiglione
As soon as she passed
The door of the school
Which was situated
In Via Bellisario
All those who were there
At a glance understood
That she wasn’t really
A missionary…
Tum pa, tum pa, tum pa
Ta ta ta tum, paaa
Tuuu...
Fabrizio De André 6 would have sung Virginia Castiglione's entrance to Majorana this way.
Imposing, standing proudly on the dizzy heels of her knee-high black leather boots, she towered over much of the resigned humanity around her without seeing it.
In the white windbreaker, tightly belted over the smooth velvet miniskirt over the smooth velvet miniskirt that seemed painted on her with India ink, her bursting breasts fought a stubborn war of liberation against the garment along the top of the buttoning.
She had incredible violet eyes, brune
