Continuing the reading of the poetry collection "it" is released from '' I 'and assumes its own identity when the weather starts to undress traits of Bergson's "duration" interior and begins to flow: the memory is placed in the past and the view opens to hope; solitude is filled with stories passed and suffering comes to sweetness.
Do not forget that Calamai is also a painter and the way we perceive reality through the colors, the shades, the lights, the changing colors of the landscape reveals the preparation for this art which results in the verses dry, almost brushstrokes charges, which, as in 'Impressionism, to be observed from a distance. In any case, the classical lesson has not gone in vain: the music underground, sometimes tenuous, sometimes strident (emphasis in seventh dell'endecasillabo) and the preference for a rate appropriate to the theme to the charm of the text in a higher harmony.
A new Calamai then, woman deeply, deeply human tragedy of love.