Papavero Rosso by Franck. Er Grillo Zoppo - Ormai me reggo su 'na cianca sola. - diceva un Grillo - Quella che me manca m'arimase attaccata a la cappiola. Quanno m'accorsi d'esse priggioniero col laccio ar piede, in mano a un regazzino, nun c'ebbi che un pensiero: de rivolà in giardino. Er dolore fu granne... ma la stilla de sangue che sortì da la ferita brillò ner sole come 'na favilla. E forse un giorno Iddio benedirà ogni goccia de sangue ch'è servita pe' scrive la parola Libertà! Trilussa, dalla raccolta "Giove e le bestie"(1928-1932) The Lame Cricket - Now I stand up to only one leg. - said a Cricket - The one that misses was caught into one trap. When I realized to be prisoner with the noose around my foot, in the hand of a boy, I cannot help thinking anything else: to jump back into the garden. Pain was big... but the drip shined in the sun like a spark. And maybe some day God will bless every drop of b...
Creativity is energy. To regenerate itself, creativity should be shared with others. This blog is my "work in progress" as creative person, who wants to show her artist way to see the world...