Raymond was born in Gavoi Manelli (NU) in 1916 and died in Cagliari in 2006. His whole life is dedicated to poetry. In 1939 he published his first collection under the title trickle of water and this will be followed by numerous others, including: The route of the poor 1947, L 'island of bitter almonds 1966, and 1985 and other messages The jubilation . In 1991 he published an anthology entitled The island is a conch shell and two years later The voice and the womb . Manelli, che ha insegnato per nove anni in Umbria ha dedicato a questa regione cinque libri. Ha pubblicato anche tre antologie sulla poesia in Sardegna.
Tre Poesie di Raimondo Manelli
da " L’isola delle mandorle amare" – Fossataro Edizioni 1966
Cinquantenario
Bell’età mezzo secolo se ancora
resiste il ceppo della giovinezza:
con un tuo distillato di saggezza
ritorni in sogno alla lontana aurora!
Benchè will be raised in a good six hours
remained, therefore, at mid-height
in the ascent, no certainty
touching the top of that s'indora!
of your stay on earth is
a groove soon. Perhaps the most begl'anni
them have spent looking for a road.
But you seduced each new district with its lights
ambiguous ... .. the disillusionment
you have allowed to save his head.
from "The world changes " 1956
was on our city
war on the ears as hail:
good and I was the country retreat of paternity.
Then when the last car
died of thirst along the road, with
shortcuts
refugees tried to barter commodities between the villages.
was lucky, if passed a wagon
with the grain of the year:
night follows day
and the hours are not counted.
But the moon is beautiful on the bags of grain.
The wagon goes with corrugated cradle
between the poplars and you can see the foxes
running to the stream.
People who are born in the city
sees the robbers behind every bush.
For me, escaped the flames
the war, there are bandits.
my mother said that at the time of great famine
the poor are more wild
and are ashamed to beg.
Then the most rebellious
be averted through the
know, the nose, the richest Armentara,
moneylenders, tax collectors.
Sometimes, to joke, let naked at the crossroads:
hedges and the Ravens' em.
I do not fear the bandits. I find myself
mountain And I thought that a barn.
from " Empaths - AIPS 2002 Editions
A Manola
after injury
Ti is small, the night, or Manolo, as
that the day I was not propitious:
the moon can establish an armistice
with your pain and give new breath ... ..
new dawn sarai più serena,
ti sentirò più amica e mi dirai:
“La vita è bella nonostante i guai
ed io ci sto come l’estro mi mena”.
Amor di poesia ti tiene in vita
e quando intoni versi misteriosi
malgrado il mio dissenso, avrai i vistosi
premi da chi, ammirandoti, t’invita…..
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