I left my country of birth 40 years ago, returning only occasionally.
I have always had a passion for poetry: I have written some, both in Italian and to my wonderful dialect. Since I left work (two years ago), there was a surge in momentum poetic dialect, pointing to my little paeseto de mountain, the many emotions felt, and still very alive in me and the way of life at a time when I was a little (50s). That
live fresh war difficult but courageous sacrifice of people who are used to from childhood, that life is so deeply rooted and intertwined with the earth and nature, where everyone from infancy to old age they felt necessary and useful for existence of small communities.
I am by nature shy and reserved, I like to contemplate the meadows and the world of children ... Writing poetry is my way not to lose that history, it is an act of love for those who preceded me and that story has built, is to deliver to my descendants a page of a past that should not be forgotten and that has much to teach us.
I'd be very happy if I could share with others the passion for poetry in dialect.
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