The unusual theme, even creepy, is played by Julia Rusconi with a simplicity that does not encounter many authors of this generation. And above all it is excluded pain, unnatural, fictitious state of existential suffering that he performs so much poetry of yesterday and today, even very young, as if this only legitimizes the making poetry: I suffer, therefore I write. Not so, poetry is born from the surface, are the stimuli, opportunities in the real kick off to the excavation, as the ever present Caproni, the poet makes a miner (from the Preface).

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