Landscapes are not panoramas, they are inner places, and Yvonne Pelizzari is an irrefutable testimony to this. Wherever the poetess is, they pulsate in her heart, calling and waiting...
They are loves that from childhood are perpetuated throughout existence. It is not a question of nostalgia; the feeling is much deeper and involves the very way in which we observe the world, plan our existence and relate to ourselves.
The lake, the profile of the mountains, the perception of infinity, the changing of the seasons, the colours of the day and of nature, the paths, the rustling, the houses, the people are essential components of a reality that germinates and expands throughout existence in a continuous process of recovery and creation.
This publication, a mixture of prose and poems, is the result of an inexhaustible passion that needs a concrete realisation, because it fails to remain in the sentimental sector, fascinating the reader and involving him to the point of leading him to his own country, immersing him in his own life, giving him inner visions and emotions. It is a testament to love for the beauty of existence, especially when the pandemic seems to be breaking the fruitful bond between human beings. Beauty always has the upper hand (Giulio Greco).

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