Poetry

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17.06.2008

Pedalo lost among the Russian steppe…among the birches of the Don in the crossing a small wooden cross whitened by time and by a simple coat of lime and suddenly a flash and inspired me .... and reflect, excuse my ignorance, arrogance-but .. how much untruth in the history books though d '"scholarship" or in vogue…
Application : worth so much effort to make a poem?

Only the command

As I Coppi pedal command only

along the battered painful story .... along paths that they were war

Cycling in the direction of pure light ... where the days and even the shadow, fans are getting longer,

slowly penetrate and get lost in the vast steppe ... in a still unrevealed ...

My plow beams and thus illuminate "x case" the waters of the placid river and fought Allor ...,

while in the clear sky screeching birches.

Faccia a faccia, guest and visitor, I am speechless, with beating heart .. "conquered"..
From simple wood ... of a cross ... and live, lieve mi ... Parlia ...
Sergent maggiur ........ sergent sergent maggiur ... maggiur ... when ghe arriverem Baita?….
I like all Giovine Alpin wanted to return to the cottage
but in total defeat told us ...everyone is alone in the lead..
Apro a porthole, the enemy looks at me, laughs and frees me
Happy lucky escape not even feel the bite of frost and ready to re-dream home
A reminder .... then ... I turn and thunder.. a flash that shakes the winter
I find ....command only…di una vita a meta..
Remains imprinted in my incredulous face of the enemy ... the grin that adverse
as the red spot contrasts sull'Immacolata snow .... this is war…
and would testify to the world, but no longer makes sense, and even the body.. this ... my life in the middle
I was hoping that everything would change indeed .. that everything came back as it was ... but then nothing in the cool of my evening

Take your cardboard shoes, the rumpled coat ... take away the degrees, the insignia and the laurels,

but does not deny me, vi prego, I beg you .... the memory and the sense of having lived ...
Time ...…a white cross next to your head moves driven by the wind ...
... Your soul is re-flowered ... on the wings of a rhyme.. and hora is revealed graceful within us
Date back riding my Bianchi.. even my absurd journey takes a new direction

... Makes sense ... and fatigue weighs less ... Pedaling "united" and not more alone at the helm.
The fatigue becomes poetry and a radius that is not sunny, embroiders and reflects the fjord farther and
like a bow in a flash full of color and sparks us back under a bell tower and all 2 It is a ... ..

don…don … Don … and tell me, Slept! mi cantano, Slept! They whisper .....Hour.. that you rest in peace

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..from poetry and the need to write a book up… indeed pedaling” è breve..

Foreword

A man in command but it is not Coppi, nor the author of the book, but a soldier Alpine, found buried under a white wooden cross, in the Russian steppe filled with birch trees and dandelions .. what the Russians call the little old myths “bozhi oduvanchiki”, or “heads of God ". Moving and paradoxical nature of the witnesses, so proud and perfect in their crystalline sphericity, so delicate, thin, fragile and inconsistent in their being at the mercy of the wind…

A long and fascinating journey of 7000km riding for 54 days, long "foreign" countries from climate, language,traditions, usi e cultura inconsueta, diversity is not an obstacle but an opportunity that. Unique Therapeutic Support tetra drug Epicurus real panacea for all ills, and Pandora's Box .. read credere.Transitando along the streets of the difficult war to commemorate the memory Rovereto, Dachau, Monaco, Matthausen, Auschwitz, lo Spielberg Austerlitz e Nikolajeska.

In a season from pale sun, cold snow with rain and rainbows, not, however, lacks the touch of a poem, that warms the heart ... cycling from Neuschwanstein Cinderella's castle until Rovaniemi , talking about astronomy with Santa Claus,A bizarre Mozart opera a Vienna, the visit of the casket of Moscow Chekhov and to that of Dostojekj a S.Pietroburgo,and not least the discovery of a Real Treasure in abandoned cemetery of Vyburg. But the most valuable asset is without a doubt the housing, that the traveler holds tight along the return trip from Arms North, (where the sun never rises and never sets .. a bit 'like the memory of the many people I met), and.. which ultimately surprise and went on to become the true, indeed .. the real hero of the book. As an added value the interview with the Brasa : Reduce Battle of Nikolajeska to prove that ... over.. le images.. there's more

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Un Uomo solo al comando