My sweet earth.
I love the serene sea,
the green hills
you look white houses,
the absorbed countries
perched
which are rising, took odorous
the flowered paths.
I love your children
from pure smile;
beautiful virgins
and thoughtful;
simple men
severe pain;
mothers thy holy
Rated every day
to silence
and sacrifice.
So I go
I carry you in my heart.
In the last tear to wither in the world
you try
lost forever
Sant 'Elpidio April 30, 1963
(Homo Sum, Rolando Perazzoli, page 46, MediaPrint 1994)
Comment:
The voice of this poem is nostalgically sad, certainly it is miles and miles away.
It is like a dream, remembering ITS geographical position perched on an hill of five hills, it Describes ITS countryside of a myriad of colors, wet by a blue Adriatic sea.
It tells us a bit of Its personages, simple men without frills, alienated by an inhuman and hard work and a description of the society against the women appointed to suffering and silence.
In every nation, situation, the author will never forget His loved and unique Ripatransone
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