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Camillo Sbarbaro – La bambina che va sotto gli alberi / The girl that walks under the trees

Alfred Stevens, Little Girl with Ducks, 1881 The girl that walks under the treesis only burdened by the weight of her plaits,while trying to whisper a song.She sings aloneand jumps along the road, as she does not knowthat never will she enjoy greater giftthan the little bit of fine gold on her shouldersand the joy …

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Valerio Magrelli – Amo i gesti imprecisi / I Love Uncertain Gestures

Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Dancing couple, 1914 I love uncertain gestures:someone stumbles, someone elsebangs his glasscan’t remember,gets distracted or the sentinelcan’t stop the slightflicker of his lashes-they matter to mebecause in them I see the wobbling,the familiar rattle ofthe broken mechanism.The whole object makes no sound,has no voice, only moves.But here the apparatus,the play of parts, …

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Arturo Onofri – Marzo

John William Waterhouse, A song of springtime, 1913 Con in bocca un fil d’erba primaticcio,Marzo è un fanciullo in ozio, a cavalcionisul vento che separa due stagioni;e zufolando, fa, per suo capriccio,con strafottenti audacie,il tempo che gli piace. Do you know this poem in English? Please contact me Go back to album – Italians

Corrado Govoni – La trombettina / The little trumpet

Edward Atkinson Hornel, Idyl in spring, 1905 All that is leftof the magic of the fair:is this little trumpet,of blue and green tin,blown by a girlas she walks, barefoot, through the fields.But within its forced noteare all the clowns, white ones and red ones,the band all dressed in gaudy gold,the merry-go-round, the calliope, the lights.Just …

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Ernest Hemingway – Tutti gli eserciti sono uguali / All armies are the same

Otto Dix, The Skat Players (Card Playing War Invalids), 1920 All armies are the samePublicity is fameArtillery makes the same old noiseValor is an attribute of boysOld soldiers all have tired eyesAll soldiers hear the same old liesDead bodies always have drawn flies. Tutti gli eserciti sono ugualiè quel che sembra e non quel che …

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