by Davide Bregola
Poveryh of spirit, I live in the center of a small town and I always park my car in a limited traffic area (Z.T.L.). Last Tuesday I bought a new car. These days I've always parked it inside my building. Saturday, however, I put it for five minutes on the bluah strips, in front of the house, and as soon as it came out I noticed a mark of about thirty centimeters on the passenger side. Probably the sign was intentionally made from someone's key in the 5 minutes I was absent.
Yesterday, while I was walking around, I met Mauro from Mantovah. For the uninitiated, Mauro da Mantova is a sui generis character who is often called on the phone, or call, to various radio programs such as La Zanzara by Radio 24. Sometimes he is the guest at Tele Lombardia. Post on Youtube several monologues that are regularly banned. He told me that his father in the Italian Campaign in Russia had been injured in a lung and for this reason he had a pension for the rest of his life. The wound had been caused by a superior of his, while cleaning the weapons. When he had the chance to extract the bullet, the doctor of the military hospital made it clear to him: "If you leave the bullet where it is, we can say that it was the Russians who hit you, and you will predict the invalidity pension. If I take it out we could not lie and you will not take a pension. »In your opinion, what was the choice of Mauro da Mantovah's father? Somehow it even passed to be a hero of the patriah. Yeah!
These two episodes are far from topic and epoch, but they hide within themselves the true character of (feared) Italians. The scarring of the new car represents the gesture of he or she who performs a vandalistic insensate act to cause damage to someone knowing with certainty that they are not seen. The bullet in the soldier's lung is the pledge to be paid for a state privilege. Both episodes describe the nature of many human beings who, far from prying eyes or illicit tricks, hide their true nature.
The clairvoyant poet Simone Cattaneo, recounted by Giorgio Anelli in the beautiful book Di cult et orfico (Giuliano Ladolfi Editore), describes the human mediocrity on several occasions with the power of the great. In the pages of Anelli the life of the poet is reconstructed through his verses. I advise everyone to discover a true poet of worship starting from Di cult et orphic. Paradoxically, life is more beautiful with Cattaneo's poetry! Feel these:
Under a sky torn by the Scirocco
"Tony the dog" is wrapped up in wide and baggy houses
flannel trousers. By now he can't even read
three lines in a row in the newspaper but still threatens to tear
the umbilical cord with a switchblade knife
to newborns and use it as shoe laces.
I'm not a clairvoyant but in a few months
I see this white-haired ascetic of ferocity
with broken windows without heating,
to piss on his worn shade and serve
[good of the dishes
waiting for a load of luck or
a 22 caliber straight shot to the nape of the neck.
And this:
... it is logical then [...] to shrug and say that here /
there are no secrets that break like glasses / why
you should not always believe in what you can see.