Luigi Natale is a poet and dreams , thinks, remembers and writes as a poet . His imaginative vein is so ingrained in him that even when preparing to roll out stories, remains clinging to an essential condition , full of images and echoes interiors , lit by color , by light , flavors , scents , " Benjamin had tapped his big green eyes and innocents down in the bottom of the dirt road , there would come from the novelty of autumn . " The reverberations of the memories do not ever give in to nostalgia nor nor to pure elegy , but they testify to a love of life , a way of understanding the positive transition on this planet, an active measure in dealing with difficulties and pain.
One of the characteristic features of these stories should be identified in the amazement with which his characters look at the world , and each of them, although with individual characteristics , is located inside the eyes ( here the poet ) a reality is always new , always engaging, always interesting ; they know how to see the light and shadows, stones and lions know how to discover the secret of butterflies and find it not with the mindset of a scientist , but the taste and wisdom of the beholder , indeed , of the mystic, ascetic, who has learned to overcome the distress of the senses to open the eyes of the world turned and built by the imagination , by an attitude that should not be confused with that of a fantasticatore , but must be conceived as that of a visionary, a "prophet" : "Here anonymous growing flowers , beautiful as all the others knew and know that last much longer "

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Review on La Nuova Sardegna June 2014