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Ignazio Delogu

IGNAZIO DELOGU è nato Alghero, Sassari and studied in Rome. Professor of English and Catalan literature has published critical essays and translations of major poets English, Catalan, Galician and Latin Americans with Mondadori, Garzanti, Bloomsbury Publishing, New Italy, Vallecchi, Editori Riuniti, Newton Compton.
Important experience theater and film as a director, writer and critic. Literary and art critic for newspapers and magazines, has worked on programs and features of the RAI / TV. Bilingual writer and poet, has published books of poetry
(Mirror plant, secret papers, Urban Bestiary, Rossi & Spera, Metropolis, & C. Boettger, Elegy bodily Words Frost). Sue lirigua Sardinian and Italian poems in anthologies (The words wood, Mondadori, dialect poetry, Garzanti, and translated into several languages \u200b\u200b(English, French, German, English).
published in Catalan Unlikely violet (Columna, Barcelona ), unprecedented in Italian. In addition to some editions of the Prize Ozieri of poetry and prose, in 1992 won the National Prize of Poetry "G. DESS" Dark with news, Nemapress. postgotici In 1983 he published three short stories (The words frozen) In 1993 the novel is a city road (Edes). Her short stories and poems about Origenes, The Fair literary, contemporary, literary Europe, Open Work, lchnusa, Cave of the viper, the reader di provincia, Cahier de poésie.

SA TERRA MIA

Sa terra mia
est una pedra
de sidis e de dolore
Sa terra mia
est unu pane
caldu cantu unu coro
Sa terra mia
est unu riu
de odiu e de rancore
Sa terra mia
est unu lentolu de gosu
pro su meu amore
Sa terra mia
est una gemma iscurosa
pro su minadore
Sa terra mia
est una luna
de ervas pro su pastore
Sa terra mia
est una frina salma
pro su piscadore

LA MIA TERRA

La mia terra
è una pietra
di sete e di dolore
La mia terra
è un
warm bread as the heart

My land is a river of hate and resentment


My land is a sheet of pleasure for my love


My land is a dark gem miner
for
My land is a moon

herb for the pastor

My land is a breeze for the fisherman's body