Dear Roberto,
Your "Poems 2009-2010" is actually an opera omnia, with all pages-emotions of your life so vibrant - but it is not only this: your book is the book of the other, who may not even have a name solitude in their unknown "but they are" anonymous, unknown. A mass of people who comes to us with a thousand faces and no face. How to talk about, then? You do it through a very human sharing their pain and sometimes with bitter irony.
But how do you write poetry today? Only by finding poetry in the progressive destruction of rubble. The heroism of surviving in extreme conditions without affossarsi before the pit which, however, we are doomed.
Yet you always manage to risollevarti on the wings of a miracle, perhaps in grace
“uno stormo di libri
con le ali di ogni colore.
Si levano in volo
leggeri come pensieri
la musica delle storie
il suono della poesia”.
It orientated towards the real life - this illuminating your deep secret - always observing the existence in the innocent radiance of birth; who can forget the profiles Marta, Anna and Constance returned to his childhood spent? And 'here that it beats your heart.
Then there are, after the non-places, "places", new ones with arcane and mysterious seductive charms. Here are the new flames that flare up in an unprecedented live, when the day hides in the present. In the end everything can flourish.
What to tell you, Roberto? This your heart will always stand beside me, in the book that I love, Paola