It is a book of silences, stories silences that speak louder than words, this collection of poems by Alexander Russo, full of moods more than Proust (might do think the title, A Lost Time), especially Pascoli.
A world that "returns as a fire never extinguished," through words that "a child / have made a man": you can want from a poem if it knows how to say what it means, or loyalty to a essential node, the heart of his being adults in the presence of the founding figures of their own moral system?
(Vincenzo Guarracino)
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