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The boys grow up and discover the world around them, are confronted with the world of adults and peers, and could be drawing their future role in society . The daily experience, the behavior of parents and other family, the school with teachers and colleagues, the various threads in which they are involved, the various events experienced directly or acquired through the various readings offer the whole material, that you draw in an original way with its image action: dreams , utopias, myths, ways of life.
Nannina was planning his future life, when Mark, struck by her beauty and charm, tries in every way to reach her to express her love.
time in the country, still predominantly agricultural, boys and girls did not have easy opportunities to meet, and Mark tries to get noticed by the exit waiting Nannina teacher of sewing, then shall send its message of love.
Nannina experiencing a time of loss, saw the boy who was staring at her with great affection and now you are released in the vibrations of harmony, is a nice guy but does not meet the boy of her dreams, and then slows to respond positively .
Marco is in love, does not give up and try to be closer to his love.
When he returns from work in the fields does not go directly to his house, but passes close to that of the girl. Meanwhile
changed the name of the mule that pulls his cart, gave the name Nannina, and passing near the house of the girl, pretending to urge the mule, the cry "from Nannina! by Nannina. " The young
Nannini, who understand the gimmick of Mark, runs at him hidden from the window curtains. Nannina
days passed and confided in his older brother, who after the death of his father, took over his place: "you know Mark? It's a nice guy, but ... is illiterate, is a farmer ... "Peppino, his older brother, who knew Mark for having worked together on some occasions, the reassurance is a serious and hard-working guy ... and family with dignity, it is claimed by agricultural labor Component male family farm. " It does not give weight to the sister concern for the fact that it can read and write, because at that time the country had an illiteracy common condition among young people.
Nannina reflect for a few days, and then realizing the reality in which they live, giving up the dream of her prince charming, and carried away by the sympathy that inspires the young Marco, and shall send a message of approval to his request.
They met secretly several times, and meanwhile prepared the day of betrothal, when his parents go from the girl's house to officially demonstrate the genuine willingness of the boy and bring the ring.
spend a few months, during which Marco is often at the home of his girlfriend. Sharing affection, mutual affection and esteem fix the wedding day. Hurry
the necessary formalities in December of 1934, according to the customs of celebrating their union.

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friendship can determine its own destiny

Nannina, reached school age, the mother is enrolled in primary school in the country. The little bit with a 'sad to break away from the maternal nest, but here he is with many other peers controlled the careful and thoughtful teacher. Play, familiarize yourself with the other boys and while the first signs began to draw on sheets of white notebook.
Over time, with the guidance of the teacher, and the attentions of her mother and sisters, learn to read and write.
After the first learning, mature taste for reading, for art, for beauty that will exceed easily and successfully the elementary schools. Meanwhile
make many friends, but Cecilia will bind in a special way so as to be influenced in his choice of life.
After five years of primary school many girls not in education, to devote to housework or work of tailors to prepare to be good mothers and women of the family.
few girls continue their studies. A
Nannina, given the success reported in the course of primary schooling, had been offered the opportunity to continue his studies and joined the upper class, but Cecilia's parents are not allowed entry to the same class.
The two girls, united by a strong sympathy each other, tried to tackle the cause of their separation, each following the strategy that considered most appropriate, be inconsistent from one another: while Nannina asked the mother to withdraw from school, Cecilia urged his parents to allow her to continue studies .
Cecilia's parents, who were economically better off family Nannina, granted to her daughter returning to school. The mother of
Nannina, yielded to the demands of her daughter and allowed her to withdraw from school. Nannina
When he realized that the plans had followed her careless and girlfriend, he returned to ask the mother to resume his studies, but the mother, following a logic common among parents era that was not possible to satisfy the whims of children, did not return on the decision already taken and Nannina did not continue his studies. Even Cecilia, after some months, he withdrew from school.
Friendship, which strengthens the soul labors, may determine their fate.
Nannina, like many girls her age, he attended a master of tailoring for women, here and went every day to learn how to sew and then making clothes.
The teacher, with the oldest and most talented students, making measurements of the customers and, according to their tastes, cut the different parts of the dress, the other with skill and precision sewing by hand. When the dress was packed recalled the customer concerned, it was trying on her dress, then as needed or was packaged for delivery, or operate the necessary adjustments required.
at the teacher knew other friends with whom he shared work and leisure time, not until a young man fell in love with her and tied her for life.

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"A tree in the rays of the sun, a weather-beaten stone, an animal, a mountain, everyone has a life, a story, live, sof

front, facing the dangers, they enjoy, they die. But we do not know why. "(Poetics phrase - H. Hesse).

A poem is a city "

A poem is a city full of streets and sewers
full of saints, heroes, beggars, insane, full of platitudes
and stuff to drink,
full of rain and thunder and periods of drought
, a poem is a city at war,
a poem is a city that asks for a clock,
a poem is a city burning,
a poem is a city under gunfire
its rooms filled with cynical drunks barber,
a poem is a city where God
rides naked through the streets like Lady Godiva,
where the dogs bark at night, and they escape
the flag, a poem is a city of poets, mostly
similissimi together
and envious and resentful ...
a poem is now this city, 50 miles from
anything, the
9.09 am,
the taste of liquor and cigarettes, nor police nor
love walking the streets,
this poem, this city that shuts its doors,
barricade, nearly empty,
mourning without tears, without pity aged,
the mountains of hard rock,
the ocean like a flame of lavender,
a moon devoid of greatness,
a jingle from broken windows ...

a poem is a city, a poem is a nation
a poem is the world ...

and now I put it under glass
because they see the crazy director, and the night is

elsewhere and gray ladies stand in line,
a dog follows the other to the estuary
the trumpets announce the gallows
while small men raving about things that can not do.

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Freedom

On my schoolboy notebooks
On my benches and trees on sand and snow

I write your name

On all pages on all pages read
white blood
Stone
paper ash I write your name on the golden

images
Weapons
warriors on the crown of kings I write your name

the jungle and desert broom

nests on eco
of my childhood I write your name

On The wonders of the night
On the days of white bread
season promises
I write your name

On all my blue glimpses of the sun on the pond
undone
Lakeside living
moon I write your name

Sui fields on ' On the wings of birds horizon

The mill of shadows
I write your name

On every breath of dawn
Seaside On the mountain on the boats
demented
I write your name

On The foam of the clouds of Hurricane sweats
The heavy rain and dull
I write your name on the forms

On the bright colors of the bells On the physical truth

I write your name

awakened
The trails on the plazas on the open road
rampant
I write your name

The light that kindled
The light goes off
On my houses gathered
I write your name on

fruit split in two
mirror and my
room on my bed empty shell
I write your name

tasty and tender on my dog's ears pricked
On
On his clumsy paw
I write your name on the trampoline

On my door household items
wake of the holy fire
I write your name on each

meat allowed on the front of my friends
On every hand there is a tendency
I write your name

the windows of wonders
intent On the lips
Above the silence
I write your name on each

broke my refuge
On each of my lighthouse
collapsed on the walls of my boredom I write your name

Lack not want
On naked solitude
On the paths of death
I write your name on

renewed vigor
On the disappearance danger
hope without memory
I write your name

And the strength of a word
I start my life I was born to meet

To name
Freedom.

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