"From the square up above, you could see other hills, azure almost. I leaned against the church in the sun. In that warmth and silence, I felt an inkling of hope. What was happening seemed impossible to me. Life would go on one day, safe and sound, like now. I had forgotten this for too…Read more Cesare Pavese: Il fuggiasco / The fugitive
Social justice
Natalia Ginzburg: Gli Ebrei / The Jews (1972)
“I am now convinced that the role of Israel as the unifying centre of Judaism – and I underline ‘now’ – is in an eclipse phase. It is imperative, therefore, that the focal point of Judaism be inverted, returning outside Israel, returning to us, the Jews of the Diaspora who have the task of reminding…Read more Natalia Ginzburg: Gli Ebrei / The Jews (1972)
Rocco Scotellaro: C’era l’America /There was once America
"Forever gone is our fathers’ illusion that there is still America." Rocco Scotellaro C’ERA L’AMERICA Rocco Scotellaro C’era l’America, bella, lontanadel padre mio che aveva vent’anni.Il padre mio poté spezzarsi il cuore.America qua, America là,dov’è più l’Americadel padre mio? America sarà la terra miacol sole e la luna giganti,aria mite, cielo celeste,a operaio e contadinouna notte di festa.Così…Read more Rocco Scotellaro: C’era l’America /There was once America
Pierangelo Bertoli: Eppure soffia/ And yet it blows
“And yet the wind still blows/ sprays water on ships over prow/ and whispers songs among the foliage/ and kisses flowers, kisses and never picks them” Eppure soffiaPierangelo BertoliE l'acqua si riempie di schiuma il cielo di fumila chimica lebbra distrugge la vita nei fiumiuccelli che volano a stento malati di morteil freddo interesse alla…Read more Pierangelo Bertoli: Eppure soffia/ And yet it blows
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