The inner voice screams loudly the inexorable decline of a historical village like Ripatransone.
It tells us its glorious past home of a hospital, Bishop's residence, court and financial offices.
Today it has the name of "City" a city without a considerable number of inhabitants. it is destined to die, a slow death.
But the Ripani (the name of the inhabitants) believe that "La Ripa" (nickname) is our life, our mother and sister, and it will be always immortal.
This poem has been taken from: Alfredo Rossi - Pensieri in Libera Uscita - Poesie Sonetti ed altro in lingua dialettale di Ripatransone page 100 - Maroni Editore 2001
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