Pinuccio COURT MARRAS
Bono was born in 1924, he moved from young to Macon, where she lived always have the status of railroad. He soon began to devote himself to poetry, among other things, collecting the heritage that comes from the strain of lactating Marras, and has "specialized" in a poem in rhyme - the sestina and the sonnet are your favorite modules - so that by attending the world of literary contests stood out especially those who have a section dedicated to this genre. Its production is collected in two volumes, Sonnios de lugura (ITS Nuoro, Cooperative Design, 1986) and de Lampizos assulenu (Nuoro, Solinas, 2002). In the introductory note to the latter writes Jack Zirottu (Sardinian) that he has "always supported by an art strengthened by hard work and sweat," and that his is the voice of a man "who does not hide behind 'dreams and fists of wind ', but that talks and sings and prays and hopes for good and peace "; dominates reasons that are dear to the "faith in the 'beautiful poem," but what matters is that all are expressed in "versos affìnados abilidade chin and mastery," filed verses with skill and mastery. " Lampizos de assulenu is the sonnet, which gives the title to the second harvest.
enjoy on the sun
Daghi on sun miro, 'dear oghende
Ruja Fogu in which quieted' and s'orizonte, and I think I was fascinated
Nendo here sa source
ch'inùndat s'universu 'Fields and crara.
Here, sa pius Bezza 'ja Lumera,
cunfortat who knows the ground' EU the ischidat, who knows
vida Nourish and guìdat
dae sos de altos Padrós s'aera. In
sos tramontos, chin tristos colores, who first
ùmbras de su Sero moth,
walls ch'abbortas m'intrèghet sa moon.
medas nottes E, Albores Isetta ...
Chirco intr "and sònnos, who Fàdas regalen
soles de oro m ... who" stick luck ..!
Admiring the sun
When I look at the sun, sticking his face and red fire on the horizon, / I em'incanto saying here is the source / That bright light floods the universe. / / This is the deepest old street light / that comforts the land where the alarm / life that feeds and guide / by the high Father of heaven. / / In the sunsets with the sad color / to come down before the evening shadows, / it seems sometimes that invaded the moon. / / And many nights, waiting for the dawn ... / I try to sleep in, Take that gift / just golden ... I bring good luck. / /
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