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Fiumedinisi. Mario Di Nuzzo, A CENTURY THAT 'HISTORY "VIVA" of a country

Fiumedinisi - February 20, 2011 - Yesterday afternoon, a whole country cheering you close in around a fellow un'abbraccio genuine man of the people, Mario Di Nuzzo . A centennial. Who is Mario Di Nuzzo? It 'a politician? From what was stated last night by the mayor of Fiumedinisi, never had the slightest connection with the policy but the simple relationship with the vote. It 'been a Star of cimema or television? Not even. Last night the village of Fiumedinisi then celebrated an ordinary man. But a man who fought in World War II and that he suffered imprisonment. A man who, but the writer did not even know that from what he heard during the ceremony itself, to bring bread to their large family went to work (not only in his time), even in Argentina.

HUNDRED YEARS , an important goal for a man. It is said that the average life expectancy is longer and a lot of similar cases and then (not so long ago, was celebrated at a centenary Casalvecchio) if they occur more often. But what matters is having lived life intensely, honestly, linked to sound principles, in little as in most, sharing not only bread but also the experience, happiness, and even bitterness in the family with the family.
In a society that wants to ape the modernism at all costs, by binding to hail the easy stereotypes that happened, the "bunga bunga", video hard, shocking to the scoop, a throwback to another story, would lead to many of us undeniable benefits. Today, it is true, so-called "moralists" do not go out of fashion, but it is equally true that the more time passes the more it seems that confidence in the future is not in society. So, are disregarded both the rules and values \u200b\u200band to suffer is the union between people. E 'chaos. Yet, evidence that all is not lost, that the cycles of history are made up of courses and resorts and that there may be a good future without the teaching of a good past reappear here on the feast any man, important and Big big as any even seemingly earthly riches, a light of hope.

HUNDRED LIVES HAS LIVED

hour I spent with him its one hundred years,
his white hair, humble, serene his eyes, told
silent suffering of war, the loneliness of a prison.

still young, his family waited for him in his native village, while he tried
bread in the land of Argentina.
Today, the mayor has dressed the band, followed
proud of its banner and its flag,
today, I have revered as the father of all, as
winner suffered a goal, a marathon, life.

around him with tears of affection and her children,
embraces the whole village,
hundreds and hundreds of cards in a song of children in church,
shakes the soul band that accompanies it.
Hooray, is still with us Don Mario.

Then, a gesture of annoyance stops his story,
has forgotten a name in the middle of the century of its history.
"could happen" - it reassures Chains - "can happen!"
The important thing is that you are here in the midst of your people.
people who loves you, as living history,
as father and brother. Always.

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Between Reality and Poetry. Reflection of the man who tells you every day



What is a poet, a writer, a novelist, an artist? It 'more than any other man? I think not. Indeed, anyone who is "Poet" but in a different way from each other. Each person "reads" in fact its quotidiamamente "posia" living. It does this by accompanying their children to school, serving customers in a bar, bringing home the shopping, but also hoping for tomorrow.
Some people are "street poet", who tells himself doing his job sometimes good sometimes bad. Some are "Poet" in the silence of their thoughts, their memories, or perhaps he is a poet because he lives for an ideal and a goal large or small it.
So, we'd all like Salvatore Quasimodo Nobel Prize? - I do this only as an example to those who are closest to the Sicilian roccalumerese or otherwise - well, in a sense, I think so. Different is certainly an individual's ability to describe their emotions, their innermost feelings, to pass on paper maybe others know what you know, but they know they have not, try the heart but do not know how to express in words.
Some scholars would say that writing is an effective antidepressant. Obviously you can also do sports, volunteer work, please add. The important thing, amio humble opinion, is to be at peace with ourselves to be with others, As for the vicissitudes of life can distort the face of things, things and people that until recently saw in one way and now you can not or do not want closer.
In a nutshell, every morning when we wear the dress of living, we dress ourselves to a set of responsibilities, we are children, grandchildren are, we are parents, we are pieces of the company that we love and maybe maybe not. While there realazioniamo with it, no matter how good are our verbal expressions, were also different, our ways to squeal with certain environments. Count indiscriminate love, unconditional love for others, has the truth and forgiveness, has a charity. Values \u200b\u200bsometimes easy to augurasi but often enormously difficult to put into practice.


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