Her is the Christian response to the pessimism of Leopardi, the Saturday of the village: "The breeze arpeggiates notes / air is the soul of things to perfume / waiting. You will be. It will be revealed / your face. "And again, leaning on St. John of the Cross, one of the greatest mystics of all time: "Night of the soul, in the dark / prepares feast of stars." For the children of God, in fact, is looming, dantescamente, a fate blazing light: "us, rays of the eternal sun." Nothing strange with that premise, that the poetry of Lucarini upgraded to continuous, clear and full confession fidei, and that at the height of the elevation transcends in prayer, bursting into song, even in an anxious and celebratory Magnificat (Giuseppe Langella) .