I love the country, although plagued
log rusty;
m ' is dear dirty snouts of pigs and toads
sighing shade.
(Yesenin - Angelo Branduardi)
log rusty;
m ' is dear dirty snouts of pigs and toads
sighing shade.
(Yesenin - Angelo Branduardi)
All this to say ... I'm not interested at all the celebrations for the unification of Italy.
Mind you, I have nothing against Italy. I was born, and I have no intention of going to live somewhere else. But all the fuss about home, and on the flag sull'inno - Heart style book - do not stick with me.
For me the "homeland" is the small town where I live, I see the hills from the window, the trees that I know as a child, the streams ... the smell of rain, dry leaves, wet earth ... in every corner of a memory, a piece of myself.
Perhaps Italy - every nation - is made up of many of these pieces coming together ... the past affects the daily lives of all those who speak the same language under different skies ...
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