"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
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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
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