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E 'This was the first poem of children. I had forgotten, despite the intensity of its intrinsic meaning, but fortunately the book (hardback, black cover, pages with lines) in which I wrote down everything of importance has happened to (or made) from birth to 12 years of life returned to me intact. Exercise book was one of the privileges of primogeniture: Son with I decided to store everything in memory, with the result that as anything I could have lost forever (and never will forgive me) hendecasyllables able to arouse the same pathos.
Son also, in fact, like her sister, was a poet from two to four years of age, without arousing in me quell'attonito amazement that I got drunk, and then suggest having given birth to a unique creature and special, capable of feats that no one in the world could do. It was the first and the simple fact that I breathed was so exceptional, let alone that the first words uttered - Cocodio Camio (crocodile Camillo) - to bring the spoon to her mouth, which stated clearly that he wanted the shoes were bought, and nothing if they were always and only the most Truzzi available. When he began the era of free verse and rhyme kissing, players who had to fish-spider, bats and dogs, always treacherous because of luck, we missed that little miracle, and then exclude the divine and bring yarn to the Institute for the Study and Protection of Child Prodigies. In my defense, the presumption of 20 years, combined with the inexperience and enthusiasm of newcomers. I continue this journey back to leafing through the book a bit 'worn and I realize with surprise that I'm not looking for my baby daughter, but myself. The era of small children myself, the most difficult, the most extraordinary of all life. And as I read: September 20, 1980: first smile "true" , find the wonder, happiness, fear and courage, strength and vulnerability of myself back then, a little girl become a mother. Vade retro Magone. The formula works, I would be a good exorcist.'s Already laughing and I think a girl a little 'I still am, although I am about to become a grandmother. A girl grandmother. What a comforting idea.
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