Pensiero d'Aprile
Yet it is beautiful, my soul, the life that was not pei days when the leaves are playing where for the first hints on the branches, and you see them, so tender and transparent, you s'apron l 'wings in rimirarl ...
"I have no name. - I am the rough / daughter 's humble hovel; / commons sad is my family
" Writing for Ada has nothing to do with art, and not is it a possible way for its emancipation, is a simple act of justice (Elizabeth Rasy, Three passions, Bur)
Hand into gear, the first poem Ada, made the evening when he realized that his mother, at home to be injured at the factory, would not have compensated for anything.
Ada, where her grandmother grew up in the lobby Peppina acts as guardian to the house of lords Barni-Grisi being Cremonese Door in Lodi, a doorway, a room for the kitchen and behind the camera with the bed where they sleep all three, she, her mother and grandmother.
Hannibal, the brother of Ada, small moves in with his uncle Annibale. The mother is forced to sell it to his brother, married without children, because the caretaker bosses do not want it.
The house where the lights are dim because the there are no glass windows but breaded paper and the most elegant mobile is the case of books that serves as a couch.
"Yes, the book must be the man, because the artwork is complete, it must throb and bleed it burps in the poet's soul. I do not put the dynamite in the hands of the worker, but will open up in front of the huge street of the future, he certainly will tread, firm, calm, seasoned, respected and peaceful. "
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