Fabio Strinati, “Dal proprio nido alla vita”

A dark mountain,

dark, cold and hostile, places of ghosts

and of legends, who sing their masses

among the trees sweaty from the rain, and the poisonous mushrooms

grown on windswept rocks with fingernails. (page 38)

Having read “Miracle in Piombino” by Gordiano Lupi and also the previous book of poems by Fabio Strinati, “Pensieri nello scrigno”, I was very curious that Strinati wrote a poem, entitled “From his own nest to life”, entirely dedicated to the…