ever feel sometimes, like people, a sort immediate of sympathy before they understand the reason why I felt a strange attraction to that village that stood on a small promontory of Lake Bolsena, where the houses all leaning one, the other seemed to want to protect, shelter.
And so, after having taken a hill, just after a curve, I was presented a picture that I did not expect and I felt the same impression that I already had for the holiday .... Elderly, who were close to each other company, expecting that seemed to blow out the candles of the one in front of them seemed to be a white cake with the cream ...
laughing asking to photograph them and say that they were young and beautiful ... .. They were telling. each with its own past, their past life, joined in this human relationship, which we believe can no longer exist, but that gives meaning to life, and that is still strong in small countries.
"In small worlds there is so much beauty, if we save we save us"
are the words of the great and Tonino Guerra, I do not know why, I thought this would please the Great sit in that "circle" of people, because of its great capacity to enjoy the little things that can catch moments of life.
I love this great artist still says that ninety
"Life is beautiful even at my age" and "Optimism is the spice of life"
This Great that all the world knows as a writer of Fellini, Antonioni, De Sica, etc.. Painter, sculptor, poet and nature of places, was born in Santarcangelo di Romagna in 1920 ... Ninety years but retains its youthful spirit and his spirit child.
"... I and U saire that
pròima of aand
to let in a sour season disdai
Although De Teraz
gurèr and the vala.
ch U m ' apad'aspitè
qualcadéun. And a bit és amòigh
or a relative or send a telegram
whether or not the call.
Instead, the water is sultènt
de fiòmm Alaze
ch 'vu know about me. "
(There are
that evening before going to bed
I'm sitting on the bench of the terrace and watch the valley
.
seems to me that someone has to wait
. Can '
be a friend or a relative or send me a telegram
telephoning or otherwise.
Instead, it is only the water of the river that glides the stones over there
who wants to talk to me)
With simplicity, sweetness always knows how to use words to get to the heart to tell us all his love for his land of Romagna where it seems to mix with the air, things, words, voices ...
"From the méunt pòrbia one of the aqua
foina Cume saida
the céud éultmi to and Mosi dl'instèda
me or put me to Jacques' d vléut."
(From the mountains of water a powder fine as silk
closes the latest moves of the summer and I dug my gicchetta velvet.)
... Every Sunday, he wrote War, told me the old woman, I kneel outside of my house and breathe the smell of which keeps me a devotion, this is my setup ...
"I do not remember the date and time
But we were at Christmas and saw that fell
A feather from the top of the tower: I was
to look up as if I were to fly
and slowly I came to earth
light as never before. "
Tonino Guerra sees poetry in a stone, a feather flying in a wave, a leaf, because he knows what to deal with all of nature seems almost as if they were men and mixes with it.
Italo Calvino said of him:
"There is always a story in every poem, there is always a poem in every story "
Sa surprise and wonder so childish and perhaps that's the charm ... as the wonder of these towels on the beach for shelter from the sun and he designed, painted.
With his lively imagination knows unite men and women of every age and every latitude carries in his fantasy world
"Like if it rains or when the fog completely covers
the valley of the small tributary of Marecchia
the Mass and I have the impression of living with myself. "
" We have respect for the little light is already something. Do not just look at the sun, but also the firefly, the candle, the light in the eyes of a woman. "
" At any moment but I'll tell someone I'm not only looking for the my childhood, but even the children of the world. "
" In May
fireflies are little stars that fall
"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I liked the fact that an appeal to the mayors ...
"Dear Mayor, I must begin to hear voices that seem useless to you, that your brain occupied by pipes, sewers, roads, etc.. That you must enter the hum of insects ...
You have to pray that in this place come the stork or a thousand butterfly wings ...
fill the eyes of us all things that are the beginning of a big dream.
Pull our soul from all sides as if it were a sheet stretched indefinitely "
