sabato 2 aprile 2016

(Translation of a post of 21 February)

Presepe Gigante di Marchetto

My grandfather "Richin"

My little grandfather
used to cry many times
when the river in his heart
got much stronger than the banks
and became a calm sea
where to lull
my dreams.

(Enea Grosso, traduzione di una poesia pubblicata in un post del 21 Febbraio)

My grandfather Enrico Federico Ottavio ("Richin") and my grandmother Elidia  lived in the small village in the Biellese mountain where I took the picture above. He used to carry a big heavy wicker  basket full of hay. 

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