It is fortunate that land that produces children that bridge it of love, in the face of any condition or deprivation. "I do not have a place to sing, beautiful of summer and bright colors" confesses the poet. A land of toil and hardship, like many others in various corners of the world. A land where you would like to go on, with hope or perhaps the illusion of finding a better life elsewhere. Instead, he sings his land and honor it, though hard, harsh, difficult. The sense of belonging makes its way into her heart and takes over. He understands that the Heaven, tried unsuccessfully in other places, is there, locked up among the crags, the hard rocks, where the "restless soul" dies down in prayer, in a slice of sky that has no equal: it is the 'eye of the Lord, that everything looks. Loved and cursed land at the same time, that's his land. And more is damned, then more he loves it. As in "Hello, love hello" of the late Luigi Tenco, that of emigration is a very salient issue here too, people in the South, we went and we always "try to prisons in other places". Moving the reference to Divine Providence: knows of wisdom, value to retrieve in this time of loss and insecurity. "Cursed Earth" is a lyric that takes to heart. And sobering.

Agostina Spagnuolo