by Chiara Arruzzoli
La scarpa di una bambina che I distratta dalle sue fantasie I girovaga nel suo mondo I ma lascia fuori sempre I il piede rimasto nudo".
Here it is. If you had to define this work before I could not find better words. Catharsis, collection of poems by a young Giulia Romano, tells moments and thoughts in a woman's heart. The size of each small literary idleness to speak. something that makes a piece of paper stained a pill "being in itself". without imaginative reality surreal attach themselves to the author's pen. says the word and to comfort. In Catarsi we not find magic powders that underlie the text. there are lies, artefizi, deceptions. Gush swollen with passion. truth. dedication to the other, the feelings of the author that inevitably deform in those of the reader. There is love. You breathe the scent of that giving without wanting to receive nothing but a hug in which to get lost.
“Se per caso non dovesse bastare I ho risparmiato dei polmoni. I consegnabili a domicilio l l‘unico prezzo è lasciarti amare".
The sensuality makes fun of the reader, because it takes it and ensnares. tempts and satisfies him. then at the end. It means. Purity. sin. chastity. duty, pleasure. Sex, in Catharsis, is not a vacuum filled with bodies. a keep attacked because “stare da soli a volte fa paura“ (Pino Daniele). There is also the loneliness. “Insegnami silenzio I a smettere di pensare”.
Which conquest does not pass for a loss? What love does not come from one stand alone. with themselves. with
the other? Catharsis is a path of salvation and it is also what the bottom or on the surface. everyone want make of our lives battered by our own mistakes. We want to know that the list of bad things not
then so long, in an attempt to redeem us try to pull horizontal lines erase a mistake or simply something that we consider wrong. That judges crazy and a little 'sadists that we can be! Judges of ourselves. Judges without a reason. I said. the shoe of a child with his foot was bare. is this: you always walks barefoot between thoughts. And the shoes. where they end up shoes while walking peno zoloni observe what happens? In a poem: they wear the reality and give a form, plus allow it to go from heart to heart by those fantastic trappings of mind that are called "words". A tip for a gift to you Same? Sail: take on your catharsis and look between the lines of that of Giulia. your.
Author hope that the three "almost" recovered in the work are the prelude of other stories to tell, because this is not the point. but the point of the beautiful journey just begun.