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Italy is a land long

Not long ago we were immigrants. We started traveling on foot, with his ship, escaping from poverty or war. Do not remember any more, it makes sure that no one remember. We must now buy the air conditioner, there is no time for these things. Then for evening where you have cold I put a poem, one that has gone away to seventeen years, from Molise in Detroit. It's called Giose Rimanelli, and was born in 1915. It could be my grandfather.


Italy is a land
a long walk from the ground lunnnnnnnga


My father came from outside
us kids did not know where
took off his jacket and shoes
you put a finger on
turn a globe of land and sea
he called the World

Italy is a land a land long
lunnnnnnnga


to hate my father take me to drink, O, that I thirst back
said
studying each restless sweaty
Globo that land and sea
Water is the hole in the wall
nell'anfora sultry copper
My mother takes the wind takes
fog rain
small patient a bit 'strange
the well Artesian
not get enough of the thirst

Italy is a land a land long
lunnnnnnnga
to see

Now we all know
only turn the ball
he is thirsty or terror

always in surplus on returns
prepare the highest
pitcher who ends up taking
Do not miss the flowers on the balcony

Italy is a land a land long
lunnnnnnnga
to own

said
There is no water even if I know if I know Oh
But
walk walk and walk in front of you are always thirsty
until one realizes the DESERT
has no end or beginning if
We pressed on his chest

Italy is a land a land long
lunnnnnnnga
as resentment

Take the train or the horse
even when the truck passed
saying today reaches the sea
He was out three days a

months and when he came back tired
knew
brutalized his pockets with sand and sea water

We climbed the highest hill on a Sunday morning

to see where my father came
The sea was not there behind
and a pastor told us back up the other hill


Italy is a land a land lunnnnnnnga

long as the heartache

L 'Africa is what it takes ol'America

and always ran his finger
that globe of land and sea
to find the land that we wanted We grew up in the dark

of a cent of land that is not enough
thirst el 'Italy is a land a land long
lunnnnnnnnnnnnga

to forget Time has come to America
puts the bolts to machinery
has a garden with a garage all the plants
l’acqua che vuole negli idranti
E’ diventato più giovane ed esperto
più quieto più tondo un po’ bolso

L’America è fatta di acqua
dice appena ridendo ai nuovi che vengono
ma pensa a quella che manca al paese
(o l’hanno poi messa al paese?)

e alle donne scomparse che un tempo
pazienti modeste un po’ strane
prendevano l’acqua coi secchi
al pozzo artesiano.

L’Italia è una terra lunga
una terra lunnnnnnnga
da ricordare (Detroit, 1959)



Giose Rimanelli è nato a Casacalenda, Molise, November 28, 1925.
studied in a religious school in Puglia, and 17 years in northern Italy found itself involved in the civil warfare in 1943-'45. He traveled to Europe, South and North America, and stayed for months in Paris. E 'Professor Emeritus of Italian and Comparative Literature at the University of New York (SUNY Albany B). He has published novels, travel narratives and stories in Italian and English, including Clay Pigeon (1953, 1991) Original Sin (1954), third-Ticket (1958, 1999)

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Mimosa - Mimosa


"And the mimosas where are they?" I say opening the door.
"Inside the backpack, if not all see me, I am ashamed" does.
"Okay, come on, enter my dear."

Then after the decks were two.
"One from me and from Akmed.

One per duck, and I found it very thin and loving the thought that here would also bring flowers for his friend Louie, absent.

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Part 2 - Part 1


For you will no longer matter, but Wali means something. Today he called to say he wants to take the flower, one of the party. "Do you understand? The flower, the major holiday here," he said by telephone, washing machine together with the issue, contract, school and bus stop. I understand Wali, tomorrow I'll wait, thank you, are very expensive. But the call was for the flower because he knows that there are offers but was not sure of how to give.

The flower, which was invented to remember, by Rita Montagnana and Teresa Mattei, two partisan. And tomorrow they

101 years since the first day of women in the United States, 64 years since women can vote here (in New Zealand women vote from well 117 years) and when Italy celebrates (with mimosa included) the rights of one sex or the world. The world is but one.

To those who are present here and are loving and out of here, on this kind 'of yellow flower, the important holiday' I send my thoughts; Rosa Ubbiali, the teachers Bruno and Daniela, Stefania Khala and Claudia, Daniela, Federica and journalists, Martha, who wrote to us from a camp in Afghanistan, Mariateresa, Michael, Doris, Concetta, Claudia and Victoria, and now Cristina, who sent us this flower from his blog and smells! For all and all for each and every one.

PS - the party of men also do list supporter loving and present, I swear

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We are on the weekly Fondazione Migrantes

Rome (Migrants-press) -
This is a story that begins in Rome on an orange bus. Where four children, arrived on foot from Tagab, a town in Afghanistan to 4950 km away, meet a woman. And become friends, speaking English, looking for blankets and even friendship. Are 8 thousand children who arrive in Italy, so, on foot or by sea, orphaned, alone and in search of peace. The story of four Afghan children is almost 5000 km long, and "endless and as long as life." The journalist tells the Mismetti Capua Carlotta for over a year. The network. In a Facebook group called "The City of Asterix." For months, sharing a bus for a notebook, Capua Carlotta Mismetti offers cell phones, looking for a swimming course and a scout group is looking for wool blankets and cooking cakes for their birthdays. In order not to lose sight to see them to know (she) what and how to accept this "small exodus, under his house." The project is become an ebook for children, and will soon be published and perhaps also told the radio.
"The city of Asterix" is a Facebook group to which we become friends. "You can participate by offering help, pointing out an article, song, children need to attend Italian boys, and a little 'attention to" who takes care and dignity they have to give. " We Italians, "distracted, forgetful and dried up," says Carlotta Mismetti Capua. The Facebook group you listen to short stories. "The wall is now a database of humanity, junk and aphorisms, videos and news about the wars of the Bcc: is a project of citizen journalism, and citizen journalism wanting to find their own label. To remind everyone that racism is something we handle that fear makes us live badly, and that we are all strangers on earth. Racism is bad for the heart and is a luxury we can not afford. Friendship seems like a good antidote on hand. " Migrants from

Press , weekly
Migrantes Foundation of the Catholic Church - was released in February 2010, the number three

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Primo marzo, migrare non è reato

Today Wali Viola heard of the event, because as each goat eats lots of herbs. "But what do protest against Berlusconi," he said with his air-as-I-know-the-go things, that takes occasionally.

I did not protest, for the truth, rather than preparing the rice and lentils for Akmed, which seemed to put him under a truck loaded with watermelons sadness. Grandma Duck

But I caught the ball. "Look," I said - the boys say they always look at the beginning of each sentence, and began to talk like them - "strike is a right, even protest. The law says, but mica is mandatory."

"Yes, I understand, but it takes" Wali told me that in the geography then it's all a big unknown, but not lost a newscast, that says everything he thinks in the same tone of a bust.

"Berlusconi was not very nice to you and Akmed, you should not be sympathetic to the laws that made the Aliens. "And then, Stonfo, the real truth, his and Berlusconi:" He has done well, do those laws "makes me Wali" us that there had to come here, we're doing here ... This mica is our country? ".

For this reason I remind myself and all that the first of March is the first strike of foreigners.
And I would bring the boys to see if they get an idea different from that they have made so far to look around.

Which is not welcome.
And that migrating is a crime.