I read Orfeo in Fonte Santa finding the poet of all time, intent on tracing the plot of life that repeats itself with different voices, with echoes eternally renewed.
History unfolds and emerges as spring water, like a mirror reflecting arcane ages, closer to us or very close, with the partisan war and its hero mixed with the gods of the Etruscan Olympus and the Antellesi singers.
Everything flows with the naturalness of the foliage music and the enchantment of the woody nature, portrayed in the author's beautiful photographic images, and which, especially in poetry, sows intense vibrations, lyrical suggestions and a strong emotional breath.
The culture that transpires from the verses never overwhelms the song, always crystalline and from the flashes of images lit by events and apparitions.
The poem dedicated to the partisan-hero Daviddi, is actually a melody that, between fable, myth, history and chronicle, "intertwines with the vibrating / of the leaves" celebrating the beauty of nature and art in all its expressions.
"The scented winds of the sea / ... / embrace the magic geometries of the Dome" ...
"In the evening, in the shed, the verses / by Dante and Ariosto / the stories of Paolo and Francesca, / of the Orlando Furioso./ The animals in the enclosures."
And of this melody, even reading undergoes all the charm.
C.B. 23 maggio 2019 Mariagrazia Carraroli