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When was the day of Calabria ...

Leonidas Repaci , author of my country, imagine the birth of Calabria, in a song full of poetry, a feeling of great love for this beautiful creature of God, affected by the disaster and need. A story that tears a smile and filled with pride and pride any of Calabria, at the same time attracting the curious glances of those who Calabria is not. And, like any self-respecting fairy tale, this one ends with the classic "happy ending" and with a message full of hope.

Happy reading!


When was the day of Calabria ...

of Leonidas Repaci

(centenary of his birth: Palmi 1898)

Q hen was the day of God is found in Calabria 15000 km handful of clay green with purple highlights. He thought that with the clay model could be a country of two million people at most. It was aimed at a male creative force of the Lord, and promised himself to a masterpiece. Set to work, and Calabria went out of his hands more beautiful than the California and Hawaii, most beautiful of the Riviera and Japanese archipelago. Silas gave the pine, olive trees Aspromonte, Reggio bergamot, the Straits swordfish, Scilla mermaids, to Chianalea the pilings, in Bagnara pergolas, Palmi the fig tree, the Stony swallow the marina, Joy oil at Cyrus the wine, orange in Rosario, Nicotera to the prickly pear, tuna in Pizzo, Vibo flower, Tiriolo beautiful women, the Mesima oak, to the tomb of Busento barbarian king, all'Amendolea cicadas, the Crate long the water, the rock lichen, rock the wild olive, to the mountains of the song by a wandering shepherd stazzo other, the chasm broom, flat to the vineyard , the beaches, the solitude, wave reflection of the sun. Cosenza gave it to the Academy, the bishop of Tropea, in San Giovanni in Fiore, the hand loom, in Catanzaro on damask, with the mud Antonimina beggar, for Agnana lignite, Bivongi in the holy waters, a madman pyrite, in Galatro sulfate, in Villa San Giovanni raw silk, green marble in Belmonte. Assigned to Croton Pythagoras, Orpheus also in Crotone, Crotone Democedes well, well Almeone in Crotone, Aristeo well in Crotone, Crotone Philolaus well, Zaleuco in Locri, Reggio Ibico, Clearchus well in Reggio, Cassiodorus at Squillace, San Nile Rossano, Joachim of Fiore in Celico, Fra 'Barlaam Seminara, San Francesco a Paola, Cosenza Telesio the Parrasio well in Cosenza, the Gravina in Roggiano, Campanella in Stilo, Mattia Preti in Taverna, Galluppi in Tropea, Gemelli Careri, in Tauranga, Guerrisi Novigrad, Manfroce in Palmi, Palmi Cilea well, Alvaro San Luca, a Melicuccà Calogero, Rite to dynamic. Donated to the Stilo Cattolica, Rossano Patirion, more in the Gospels Rossano Purple, in San Marco la Torre Normanna, the Pinakes in Locri, yet the sanctuary of Persephone at Locri, the Baptistery in Santa Severina in Rotonda, Squillace the Temple of Roccelletta in Cosenza Cathedral, Gerace well as the Cathedral, the Temple of Hera Lacinia Crotone, the mint at Miletus, Miletus also to the Church of the Trinity, Santa Eufemia Lametia the Abbey, the Duomo in Tropea, San Giovanni Flower Florense in the Badia, in the Church of San Michele Vibo, Nicotera to the Castle, the Temple of Artemis at Reggio Facellide, Albanian Spezzano in the necropolis of the Early Iron Age. Then he distributed the months and seasons to Calabria. Granted for the winter sun, the spring sun, the summer sun, the autumn sun. In January he gave the chestnut, in February pignolata, in March, the ricotta, in April the cake with the egg in May, swordfish, in June, the cherry, the fig aubergine in July, in August the raisins, figs in September of India, in October, mustard, walnut in November and in December the orange. He wanted the mothers were taken, the brave wives, daughters demeanor, the young imaginative, influential men, the old respected, protected the beggars, help the unfortunate, people Fiercely loyal sociable and hospitable, the animals you love. He wanted the sea always purple, rose blossoming in December, the sky clear, the fertile countryside, fertile crops, abundant water, mild climate, the heady scent of herbs. Operate all these things now and in future the Lord was moved by a sweet drowsiness, she entered the satisfaction of the creator to the masterpiece reached. God took advantage of the short sleep the devil to give the Calabria disasters: the domination of the earthquake, malaria, large estates, the rivers, floods, blight, drought, the olive fruit fly, illiteracy, the point of honor, jealousy, honor society, revenge, silence, violence, perjury, poverty and emigration. After the disaster, needs: home, school, road, water, electricity, hospital, cemetery. To these he added the need of justice, the need for freedom, the need for size, the need for the new, the need of the best. And, at this point, the devil was believed satisfied with his work, fell asleep while he woke up the Lord. When he opened his eyes, he could embrace in all its vastness of the destruction visited the favorite creature God threw in a gesture of anger in the evil depths of the sky. Then, slowly brightening, he said: - These evils and these needs are now wild and must follow their dish. But they will not stop to Calabria to be as I wanted. His happiness will be achieved with more sweat, that's all. Utta juornu c'a nights ago to be made -. A night that already contains the dawn of day.


I embrace you!
bambinadallospazio

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SE ...

Below, some lyrics that always with me and that surely already know ... 's just a way to share them with you! Happy reading!

SE ...


If you can keep your head when all about you
forgiveness and you make a fault;

If you can trust the n It
yourself when all men doubt you, but also to take account of the doubt;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied
about, do not deal in lies, Or being hated
, do not give way to hating, And yet do not
if
mbrare too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream and not make dreams your master If you can think
and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat the
stess
or how those two impostors;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to
fools

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build
with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all
your winnings And risk it on one turn of heads and tails,
And lose, and start again from the beginning

And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve
your purpose long after they are exhausted
,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will
who tells them: "Hold on!".

If you can talk co n crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk
with Kings nor lose the common touch with the people,
If you can not hurt the
the enemy nor the dearest friend,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
valuing each
minute that passes is Your
the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

(Rudyard Kipling)