What is certain is that reading this Catholic diarietto the young Giorgio Casali (class '86) is in itself a small miracle. Our poetry, and especially recently, missing the audacity (or perhaps conscious recklessness that admits the possibility of risk) outside choices from the logic of strategy and intellectuals so cowardly opportunism rampant. Of all this the author does not seem to care and, indeed, he leans on the poetic verse to raise the most honest prayers, with courage and humility.
Few texts, to take further convincing that the truest things they know also have the essential quality, that bring us with the memory to some conversion experience so striking in our literary scene: one above all that of Giovanni Testori that, among other things, Giorgio Casali cites as an epigraph to a text (Francesco Iannone).
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