"Luigi Natale is a poet and dreams, thinks, remembers and writes as a poet." A few words borrowed from presentation to frame now "The land of honey", subtitle: "Tales of Sardinia and in other seas," just came out for the types of Giuliano Ladolfi publisher, Borgomanero (Novara). The new literary work of Louis Christmas, born in Orotelli, born in 1957, born in Orotelli, the country's largest Cambosu Savior, a life in Pordenone where he works as a focus manager.
"Migrant" for professional reasons and "nomadic" by vocation, has long since left Sardinia and sporting career, having played in Serie A and B, also playing with the Cagliarin and National Under-17 Championship (he also played with the Nuorese ). Poet in the blood and passion, he has published several collections, the onset of 1998 with "Guest of time" (Lion) to "The frame of the shadow" (Florence Art, 2001), from "thin Horizons" (Manni, 2005), "The edge of the world" (Landolfi, 2012).
Now comes this new volume, the fifth, "The land of honey", still hot off the press (see www.ladolfieditore.it). "His imaginative vein forward to the presentation - is so ingrained in him that even when preparing to roll out stories, remains clinging to an essential condition, full of images and echoes within, illuminated by color lights, to flavors, scents: "Benjamin had tapped his big green eyes and innocents down in the bottom of the dirt road, there would come from the novelty of autumn. '"
"The reverberations of memories do not ever give in to nostalgia nor nor to pure elegy, but they testify to a love of life, a way of understanding the positive transition on this planet, an active measure in dealing with difficulties and pain."
"One of the characteristic features of these stories should be identified in the amazement with which his characters look at the world; each of them, even with individual characteristics, is located inside the eyes (here the poet) a reality always new, always engaging, always interesting; they know how to see the light and shadows, the stones and the lions; know how to discover the secret of butterflies and find it not with the mindset of a scientist, but with the taste and wisdom of the beholder, indeed, of the mystic, ascetic, who has learned to overcome the distress of the senses to open his eyes to the world integrated and transformed by the imagination, by an attitude that should not be confused with that of a fantasticatore, but it should be conceived as that of a visionary, a prophet, "Here fio-growing
re anonymous, as beautiful as everyone else, knew and know that last much longer. '"(lp)