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                                                     Li sogni ner cassetto

Dedicato a tutti quelli che ci'hanno 'n sogno ner cassetto,
p� me che st'anno ho vinto lo scudetto,
er tempo de soride � ritornato
e posso solo d� che m'� mancato!
Me s� trovato addosso tutto er monno,
ma nun ho mai smesso de sper�
che 'ngiorno succedesse sto funimonno!
C'� st� 'nposto dentro ar core,
indove ci� serbato tanto amore,
che aspetta solo de trov�,
quarcuno c� lo stesso sentimento,
e faje vede come s� de dentro,
er core, er sangue e tutto er firmamento!!
                                             (Mario, 9/8/01)
                                                   The dreams in the box

Dedicated to all that persons that have a dream closed in a box
for me that this year have win a champiionship,
the time to smile is back,
and only can say that was missed long!
I have feel against all the world,
but I never stopped to hope
that one day was possible to happen the end of the world!
There is a place into the heard,
where I saved lot of love, that only wait to found,
someone with the same feeling,
for let him look inside of me,
the heard, the blood, and all the universe!
                                     (Mario, 9/8/01

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                     La Libbetrt�!

La Libbert�,sicura e persuasa
d'esse stata capita veramente,
una matiina se n'usc� da casa:
ma se trov� con un fottio de gente
maligna, dispettosa e ficcanasa
che je 'mped� d'ann� libberamente.

E tutti je chiedeveno:-Che fai?-
E tutti je chiedeveno:-Chi sei?
Esci sola? A quest'ora? e come mai??....
-Io s� la Libbert�!- rispose lei-
Per esse vostra ci� sudato assai,
e m� che je lho fatta spererei.....

-Dunque potemo f� quer che ce pare.....-
fece allora n'ometto: e ner d� questo
volle attastalla in un particolare...
Per� la Libbert� che vidde er gesto
scapp� strillanno:-Ancora nun � affare,
se vede che s� uscita troppo presto!!
( Trilussa)
                        Freedom

The Freedom, safe and persuaded
to have be understood in a good way
get out of the house a morning
but found out a lot of people
hugly, snicky and invadent
that stopping her to go around free.

And all was asking -What you do?-
And all was asking -Who are you?
Go out alone? At this time? How come?
-I am the Freedom!!- answering her-
For be your I sweeted a lot,
and now that I get it, I will hope....

-So than, we can do what we want....-
says a little man, and on say it
will test  her in a particular side......
But the Freedom, looking at this act
run away, screaming-It is'nt time,
it mean's I am come out too early!!
( Trilussa)
TRILUSSA
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Roman poet!
Important!
The traslation of this poems and the others is from BETTY RUSLI.
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A poem that talk about the freedom and it's meaning, when a person get it,is possible to use it in a way or another,
but freedom is, or must be, first of all,
respect for the other, on the m,ore completely meaning!

(NOTE OF THE AUTHOR)
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