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AS IN A STRIP OF PEANUTS

"was not science, was devotion. "

There are philosophers who do not like poetry. They are, perhaps, that it is an open door which is easy to pass, from which all s are groped a flight that does not lead to anything. The poem, however, is not all / s, although at certain times of what is everyday and find themselves in places that seem to be surrounded not poetry and it seems to come from small things and look like the crumbs that fall, the hand that opens to a shot at the door, to the moment before the incident or the fact that silence of lack not close our eyes while making you laugh.

The poets, the poets have heroes.

Unarmed measure their excess. They are wanderers, they travel cards where the word never appears indifference. They open all the doors for a reward (or recognition), but with "happy indifference." That all this changed or not changed the world is no reason why the poet of a no or a yes. The yes and no a poet is always sumptuous, they are his task without primer.

There are poets / liars or if you want to pretender Pessoa, other s are biographical (or on this line) without much hype or exaggerate a lot. Among / the moderate - a lightweight sapienzale - there is Patrizia Cavalli: "Many adults have reached a certain age / you can not show desperate / I'm really too many reasons. / There is a danger of naturalism." ( Always open theater )

Yet the verse of Horses spoil us. Spoil us, again, it The Guardian (Nottetempo ed.) Where one who was very expert apritrice port takes in part of his science, which is not science, but devotion.

In 200 verses, the little girl - without strip Peanuts - which miraculously locks becomes the lover who discovers "that pleasure has no doors and that if he ever had are open, then we could stay out baked surrendered both equal to me at the door and you playing the keys. "(The Guardian ).

As in a Peanuts strip, we have to answer (as always responds to the small Marcie Peppermint Patty) Yes sir (yes again) and with the baseball glove, in a sweeping gesture, punching the air light and soaked in the knowledge of promise, who reached the gap.

The second essay Air public, begins with a question: "The air belongs to everyone, not all of the air?" In Japan, it seems certain that the corporations are patenting. We sell the air? On our streets, the horses seem to love so much (his poems are full), the air is air, or even that gust of endless days and nights of the soul. Air and public squares of Rome and the body that feels the season and did not resist giving and always wants to give the horses without concealment.

"There are perhaps other cities in the world and who have the most beautiful squares of our ...?" (Air public )

I would say no even if the world is great.

Nadia Agustoni

( The Guardian, Patrizia Cavalli, nightly editions 2005)

Nadia Agustoni the (1964) has published several books of poetry for editions Gazebo (Florence): Grammar Time (1994); Miss Blues in Other Poems (1995), or air Icarus (2000); Poems of bodies and words (2003) notebook San Francisco (2004); said about the geometry of space (2006); The book of haiku White (2007). Wikimedia magazines, websites and blogs with literary articles, essays, reviews.