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Hanno una funzione nel programma educativo del Fascismo anche se non ce ne rendiamo pienamente conto. Mussolini e Hitler per magnifico intuito seguono le dottrine di Confucio. Non basta leggere una sola volta una sua versione, bisogna, come io stesso continuo a fare, leggere e rileggere il testo originale e ideogrammico col commento accanto. They have a role within the fascist educational programme even though we might not fully realise this. King Vittorio Emanuele is a Confucian sovereign.

It is not enough to read once his translation, one must — as I do — read and reread the original text written in ideograms with its facing commentary]. Such a regime is represented by Confucius and Mang Tsze, who represent a different kind of otherness able to rejuve- nate a decadent society. Such Confucius and Mang Tsze are eminently Poundian characters, who are said to be different but mirror what is already there: Arthur Waley Arthur Waley is the first twentieth-century writer to translate the great names in Chinese and Japanese poetry, giving shape to a picture of the East which will dominate the West for over a century.

For Eliot, the original is matter an sich, unknowable by definition: Bulzoni, , Manchester University Press, Routledge, ; Philip Dodd and Robert Colls eds. Faber and Faber, , pp. Faber and Faber, [] , p. Garland, , vol.

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Among the many works by Pound on the East see Cathai London: Elkin Mathews, , translated as Catai, ed. Mary de Rachelwiltz Milan: Scheiwiller, ; Plays Modelled on the No, ed. Macmillan, ; Confucio. Casa delle edizioni popolari, ; Confucio. See also Ezra Pound and Japan. Letters and Essays, ed. Samehide Kodama Redding Ridge: New Directions, , in which Pound writes: Cambridge University Press, This latter taste has occasionally broken out in Europe, notably in twelfth-century Provence and thirteenth-century Tuscany, but it has never held its own for very long.

Said, Orientalism New York: Translations, with an introduction by Hugh Kenner Nor- folk Ct: New Directions, [] , p. Oxford University Press, , pp. East and West Ltd, ; Japanese Poetry. George Allen and Unwin, , p. Alla cieca by Claudio Magris translated by Anne Milano Appel Anne Milano Appel, a former library director and language teacher, has been translating professionally for more than ten years.

Sev- eral of her book-length translations have been published, and shorter works that she has authored or translated have appeared in other professional and literary venues. Her translation of Terror: A versatile and prolific writer, his work includes essays, novels, plays and trav- elogues, often with a blending of genres. Among his works published by Garzanti are: Dietro le parole , Itaca e oltre , Illazioni su una sciabola , Danubio ; published in the United States as Danube in to great acclaim , Stadelmann , Un altro mare , Microcosmi , for which he received the Premio Strega and which appeared in English in as Microcosms , and La mostra He lives in Trieste.

Or better yet, he says, novels are expanded gravestones. To be sure, there are similarities between the two works. Jason and the Argo- nauts in one, Eurydice and Orpheus in the other. Still, the formal differences are the most strikingly apparent. Since Magris is postmodern, in his hands the classical stories of Jason and the Argonauts, Eurydice and Orpheus become upended myths, archetypal narratives turned on their head.

In Alla cieca, Ja- son and his crew bring Greek culture but also violence, civilization and barbarism, when they go in search of the Golden Fleece, and the fleece is sullied. She is the woman who protects, the donna-scudo, but also the woman who can lead to ruin. Both fig- ures are connected with abandonment and loss, as well as with de- liverance and salvation. Nor is it surprising that ambivalence is the dominant note. The an- swer, like the sea, like life itself, is ambiguous, or rather ambivalent, multi-valent.

In a context that embraces the coexistence of opposites, of a multiplicity of values and meanings, the figurehead is both posi- tive and negative… and more. In one sense it represents those who turn a blind eye, who look and move on: Lei non ha mai provato la paura? Si sa quello che si deve fare e sotto a chi tocca. Ma quel-la sera a Londra, sbarcato dalla Jane, in quella locanda, con quella ragazza, non sapevo chi comandava e chi obbediva.

But I only understood this later, much later than that night in London when, fleeing from that girl, I ended up running into an impressment squad, that dragged me onto a scow on the Thames and from there on board a fine warship, the Surprize. You know what you have to do and under whose command. My body was there, remote, sweaty, chilled; I felt that when it came to love, even the five-minute variety, no one is in command and no one decides. To be sure, that time I did not get to drink any beer, the forced labor impressment squad grabbed me almost immediately, in the alley, before I could slip into another tavern.

Mi piace una biografia che racconti tutto quello che uno non fa — Ma bisognava esserci, quella sera, per capire That night I fled, a deserter from the battlefield of love, savage like all battlefields. If only I had always fled like that, later on as well, perhaps now — later instead I was no longer able to flee, or abandon the flag.

Per un attimo, per esempio, ho creduto, intravedendola sulla strada, che fosse Mangawana; che anche lei avesse attraversato il grande mare. Invece a Fiume, quel giorno The fault of that revolving door, with the glass panels, at the cafe Lloyd, in Fiume, where we would go some- times in the evening.

One time I saw her arriving; I was already in- side waiting for her, she crossed the street, smiled at me from be- yond the transparent door and entered it, turning the panels; as she passed between them her figure and her face were mirrored in those revolving plates of glass and shattered into changing reflections, a handful of luminous, fragmented splinters.

And so, between one revolving door panel and another, she disappeared. I must have stayed there a long time watching those glittering door panes; years sitting inside there, as the door revolves more and more slowly and nobody enters. For a moment, for instance, catching a glimpse of her in the street, I thought it was Mangawana; that she too had crossed the great sea.

I was the one who called her that, under the huge eucalyp- tus trees leaning out over the waters of the Derwent: Instead it was Maria — yes, she was also Mangawana, be- cause Maria was the sea into which all rivers flow. Loving a woman does not mean that you forget all the others, but rather that you love them and desire them and have them all in her. When we made love on the solitary beach of Levrera island or in that room in Miholascica, there was also the austral forest at the edge of the ocean, Terra Aus- tralis Incognita, the unknown land of the South.

Perhaps I never loved her as much as I did at that moment, when I lied about returning and embarked on the search for the fleece; while she held my hands a moment longer, and at the same time, gentle yet resolute, helped me disengage mine — Hypsipyle bidding farewell to Jason: Non vorremo mica declamare tutto il libro, adesso, no? Neanche Giasone la guarda negli occhi, quando risponde solenne: Potessi cancellarle anche dal mio viso, come le piallo e spiano via dal volto di questa polena, le rughe incise dal mio cuore, mie e solo maledettamente mie.

Ergoterapia, Arbeit macht frei, conosco la cura. Non avrei neanche bisogno, a dire il vero, di quei bei cataloghi illustrati che mi date per copiare le fig- ure. Non sono un novizio, mi guadagnavo due soldi anche fabbricando o aggiustando un paio di polene per qualche nave che arrivava a Hobart Town con la prua e la figura di prua scalcagnate. Look at that face — beautiful and generic, the caption says, like beauty should be, purified of every incidental, par- ticular dross, of any doleful individual expressivity. Would that I could erase from my own face as well — the way I plane and smooth them from the face of this figurehead — the lines carved by my heart, that are mine and accursedly mine alone.

A good idea, doctor, this idea of making us work, of not letting us grow melancholy, twid- dling our thumbs; to each his own task, his specialty. Bella questa illustrazione, una bianca polena ignota conservata, scrivono sotto, al Museo Marittimo di Anversa. Mi piace anche scolpirle e costruirle. Gli occhi di Ma-ria In any case, men suspended over the depths al- ready have too much fury in their hearts and require serenity, namely, impersonality as colorless as water.

Take a look at those X-rays in your drawer, at how mushy my brain is. Just imagine whether the noble, inexpressive face of this figure- head of Anversa could ever be reduced to this, even Dachau would leave her cold. I also like to carve and sculpt them.

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I wish I could copy all of them, all the figures in this catalog, unacquainted with passion, with sorrow, with identity — unaware like that, of course being immortal would be worth it… It says here that Thorvaldsen, a master of neo- classic sculpture, served his apprenticeship in the studio of his fa- ther, who carved figureheads for the Danish fleet — like me, creator of these figures that nobody will be able to send to forced labor camps. Look how well they turn out, the torso grows out of a whirl- wind that, at the base, seems to ripple the waves and continue on to the fluttering garment, an undulating line that will dissolve into amorphousness, but meanwhile… And those eyes wide open on the beyond, on imminent, unavoidable catastrophes.

E invece queste maligne vorrebbero la tua perdizione, la tua tragedia A me non le taglierete, vero? Mi comporto be-ne, non faccio sciocchezze, sono rispettoso. E come si fa a non essere rispettosi, con queste figure bellissime? E quelle Euridici che rientrano nelle tenebre How could you not be respectful, with these beautiful figures?

Look at this enchanting mouth, the unreadable smile, the same smile she wore when she sank that day with her ship, the Falkland, near the Scilly Isles, the book says. Vorrei pisciare sulla mia tomba, su una tomba bisogna annaffiare i fiori, no? Ma ho letto che qualche volta le polene naufragate ritornano.

Still, I pretended not to notice any- thing, everyone gets by any way they can. We buried one of them — read what it says here — the one from the Rebecca, a whaling ship from New Bedford, among the rocks by the sea. Lewdness too, as is fitting; death is lewd and sorrow is lewd.

I even do it, when nobody can see me, there in the park of Saint David. Even a face composed of flesh soon deteriorates, the fish devour it and it quickly becomes unrecognizable, an unrecognizable piece of refuse from the sea. It was I who pushed Maria, on the open sea and under the sea; I threw her to the sharks as food and so I was spared by them. And so she disappeared in that dark sea, in that obscurity. But I read that sometimes shipwrecked figureheads return. Every day he watched the sea discon- solately, he could not believe she was dead and when the ship re- entered the port he saw the figurehead, standing upright on the prow, identical to her — he leaped into the water to go to her, longing to embrace her, but he went under.

Waterlogged and dazed, water in his nose in his mouth in his ears, it was impossible to see the ship as it passed by, to see whether she was there or not. President, as you can see, I am still here. He too was all ex- cited, he never thought he would be granted permission to enter the Home, when he requested it, so he could come and get me. When my health unexpectedly deteriorated, he forced me to enter the Rest Home to recover — an attractive, comfortable, well equipped place, no doubt about it — and he bawled and ranted and let himself go completely, needing a shave and not even changing his under- wear.

He bored every friend he met with a long story about his mis- fortune and how lonely he was. Per questo esistono le Case di Riposo. We have to resign our- selves, indeed be content and at peace with our conscience, when we accompany them there and entrust them to that qualified staff. Con te, diceva, vicino a te so chi sono e non sono niente male. Anche la vita — non gli ho chiesto se la sua o la mia — oppure ammutolire, che per me sarebbe peggio che morire. In short, only when we were together did he feel entirely se- rene, confident, even about what he wrote, after he had read it to me and had seen in my eyes — rather on your mouth, he would say, when my lips, pouting a bit at first, opened slightly… almost a smile, no, not yet, but… I would prune his words, of course — excessive, immoderate and magnanimous as he has always been, he lavished words profusely and I pared them for him, discarding the rind, the core and even a lot of the pulp, when it was necessary.

He would not have been capable of it, fervent, unrestrained and compulsive as he was, always a morsel and a glass too much, but he let himself be put on a diet by me and he knew that, if something remained on the plate after I had passed everything through the sieve, it was truly something good. Here outside we can only see those doors, whose gleaming convex plates reflect splintered images of things that lengthen obliquely or expand and swell — stretching out, inflating, shrinking — if we move backward or forward a little. All we know are those ephemeral travesties, not the truth that is hidden on the other side, behind those bronze mirrors.

But I, my love, he would say to me, can no longer celebrate only the mirages of those mirrors, those illusory reflections. My verse must be about reality, the truth, that which holds the world together or dissolves it, no matter what the cost. Even if the cost is life — I did not ask him whether he meant his or mine — or else fall silent, which for me would be worse than death. At those words, Mr. Forse, ho pensato, era venuto a prendermi soprattutto — soltanto? Me lo vedevo, aggrappato a me, ad attendere le mie parole, i suoi occhi verdi febbrili Pure qui gli oggetti mentono, si dissimulano e trascolorano come meduse.

The road impassable, the bridge collapsed, the abyss insurmountable. It seemed to me that I could already hear him asking me about the Home, and about you, Mr.

Of course, because he too, Mr. President, is convinced — like everyone, like me before I came here — that once you enter the Home you finally see the truth as it is — no longer veiled, reflected and dis- torted, disguised and made-up as it is seen on the outside, but di- rectly, face to face. President, people yearn to know; even those who pretend they have no interest in knowing would give anything to know. Maybe, I thought, he had come to get me primarily — only?

I could just see him, clinging to me, awaiting my words, his green eyes feverish… and how could I tell him that… You see my point, Mr. How could I tell him that here inside, aside from the light that is so much fainter, it is just the same as outside? That we are behind the mirror, but that the back is also a mirror, no different from the other.

Here too objects lie, disguising themselves and changing color like medusas. There are a lot of us, like outside; even more of us, which makes it even more difficult to know one another. Gli sarebbe venuto un colpo, al mio vate. Mi figuravo le sue lamentele, un uomo finito, un poeta cui hanno rubato il tema; avrebbe pensato che quella congiura cosmica era tutta una manovra contro di lui, per metterlo a terra, per condannarlo al silenzio.

For that matter, why should we know more than those on the outside, more than we ourselves knew when we were out there? And as for you, Mr. President, why should we have seen you here? Those ailments and infirmities that sent us to these corridors and to these dark vales, those small calamities of the heart or brain, the venomous bane of a snake or of a gas valve do not help us to better understand this immense laby- rinth of before and after, of never and always, of I and you and… We are on the other side of the mirror, but it is still a mirror, and all we see is a pallid face, without being certain whose it is.

The river flows, blood flows, a dike breaks, the water overflows and floods the fields, the swimmer goes under, takes in water, re-emerges, goes on swim- ming without seeing anything, either in the blinding midday light or the dark of night. Tell him that I, even here inside, know no more than he does? He would have had a shock, that bard of mine. I could just picture his complaints, a man who was done for, a poet whose theme had been stolen from him; he would think that that cosmic conspiracy was all a scheme against him, to break him, to condemn him to si- lence. Ma forse avrei stretto i denti e inghiottito la mia stanchezza e avrei tirato avanti.

Conosco questo stupido pettegolezzo. Anche da sola, anche senza di lui sarei stata felice di fare una passeggiata da quelle parti. And when the time came, for him or for me, to return to the Home again, this time for good, what a farce having to repeat goodbyes reduced to conventionalities. I felt so tired all of a sudden. Still, perhaps I would have gritted my teeth and swallowed my fatigue and I would have carried on.

Women can do this, they do it almost all the time, even when they no longer know why or for whom. President, it was not on account of such a pitiful, trite reason that he turned around and lost me. It is a lie by envious colleagues who want to depict him as a narcissistic egotist to make him lose favor with the public, maybe the same ones who spread those rumors about the pretty boys whom he supposedly consoled himself with in my absence, infuriating all those adoring female admirers of his, jealous enough to scratch his eyes out. He wanted to know and I prevented him.

God knows it cost me. Ora infatti, a casa, a casa nostra, dorme, tranquil-lo. Still, I would have loved to go out for a little while — just for a little while, we both knew it — into that summer light — at least for one summer, a summer on that small island where he and I… Even by myself, even without him I would have been happy to go walking there. But I would have destroyed him, by going with him and an- swering his inevitable questions. You will therefore understand, Mr. President, why, when by then we were almost at the doors, I called to him in a strong, firm voice, the voice from when I was young, on the other side, and he — I knew he would not be able to resist — he turned around, as I felt myself being sucked back, lighter and lighter, a paper doll in the wind, a shadow that lengthens retreats and merges with the other shadows of the evening, and he watched me, turned to stone, but safe and sound, and I vanished happily before his eyes, because I could already see him returning to life tormented but strong, igno- rant of the void, still capable of serenity, perhaps even of happiness.

Now in fact, at home, our home, he is sleeping quietly. He has also taught at Rutgers University. The former president of the New Jersey College English Association and the New Jersey Association for Developmental Education, he has presented at several professional conferences in the US and was a keynote speaker at the University of Natal South Africa conference on lan- guage instruction in He is the author and co-author of six col- lege texts on writing published by McGraw-Hill.

Buscemi is the son of Sicilian immigrants from the province of Agrigento. After studying law at the University of Catania, he began to write plays for a company of amateur actors and showed an intense interest in popular poetry. In , he moved to Florence, then capital of Italy, and began his career as a literary critic by writing for La Nazione.

Florence also introduced him to the work of Balzac and of other French novelists. By , Capuana was in Milan writing for Corriere della Sera. In , he was appointed to the chair of aesthetics and stylistics at the University of Catania. As a literary critic, Capuana established a reputation for objec- tivity and analytical acumen. He is also remembered for having championed theories of romantic naturalism in works such as Studi sulla letteratura contemporanea In addition, his ability to expose the psychology of his characters won him lasting fame as a novelist.

Among his best works in this genre are Giacinta , Profumo , Le Paesane , and his masterpiece, Il Marchese di Roccaverdina I am indebted to my good friend Nino Russo for his help in translating a number of particularly difficult idiomatic expressions and for all of his encouragement.

Quando arrivava la stagione delle arance, il Re vi metteva a guardia una sentinella notte e giorno; e tutte le mattine scendeva lui stesso a osservare coi suoi occhi se mai mancasse una foglia. Una mattina va in giardino, e trova la sentinella addormentata. Canta, canta, canta, mi si aggravavano gli occhi. Canta, canta, canta, non mi reggevo dal sonno. Il Re non gli fece nulla. Una mattina va in giardino e trova il Reuccio addormentato. Figuriamoci la sua collera!

Ti sei addormentato anche tu? Ed esso a canzonarmi: Cardellino traditore, col Reuccio non ti giova! E canta, canta, canta Il Re volle provarsi lui stesso; e arrivata la stagione si mise a far la guardia. Quando le arance furon mature, ecco il cardellino che si posa sopra un ramo, e comincia a cantare. Il Re avrebbe voluto tirargli, ma faceva buio come in una gola. Intanto aveva una gran voglia di dormire! Santi Buscemi It is said that there was once a king, who had a magnificent garden behind his royal palace.

Every type of tree could be found in the garden, but the rarest and most valued was the one that pro- duced golden oranges. When the season for the oranges arrived, the king ordered a sentry to guard it night and day. And every morning he came down himself to inspect the oranges with his own eyes to make sure that not even one leaf was missing. One morning, he went into the garden and found the sentry asleep. He looked at the tree…The golden oranges were gone! Oh, wretched sentry, you will pay with your head. Majesty, it is not my fault.

A goldfinch landed on a branch and began to sing. He sang, and sang, and sang so much that my eyes became heavy. I drove him from that branch, but he then flew to another. He sang, and sang, and sang so much that I could not fight off my sleepiness. I drove him from that branch too, and as soon as he stopped singing, my sleepiness disappeared.

How- ever, he then perched on the top of the tree and he sang, and sang, and sang. I have been sleeping until this very moment! The next season, he placed the prince himself in charge of guarding the tree. One morning he went into the garden and found the prince asleep. He looked at the tree…the golden or- anges were gone! Even you fell asleep? The prince is falling asleep. The prince is falling asleep! And when the oranges rip- ened, the goldfinch perched on a branch and began to sing. The king wanted to pull him down, but the garden was covered in darkness and the king felt very sleepy.

Traitorous goldfinch, this time you will not succeed, but he had a hard time keeping his eyes open. The goldfinch began to serenade him: La mattina apriva gli occhi: Allora fece un bando per tutti i suoi Stati: Passarono sei mesi, e non si vide nessuno. Finalmente un giorno si presenta un contadinotto molto male in arnese: Ma quando le arance furon mature, una mattina va in giardino Il Re si fece scuro. Doveva dare la Reginotta a quello zoticone?

Ma quanto alla Reginotta, nettati la bocca. Il Re disse al cardellino: Il cardellino strillava, sentendosi strappare le penne ad una ad una. Bisogna sapere il motto; e lo sanno due soli: Vorrei entrare nella Grotta delle sette porte, e non so il motto. The king is sleeping! In the morning, he opened his eyes; the golden oranges were gone!

Therefore, he pro- claimed throughout his realm: Finally, one day there appeared a crusty old peasant, who was shabbily dressed: Promise me the hand of the princess, and in less than three days you shall have him. The next day, he returned. However, the peasant was stubborn, and the next day he returned. Meanwhile, he ordered that an iron net be built around the tree; such a barrier eliminated the need for a guard.

When the oranges had ripened, the king went into the garden one morning…and the golden oranges were gone. Now he was obliged to come to terms with the crusty old peasant. Now the princess is mine. Do you want gold? You can have as much as you want. But as for the princess, say no more. The king turned to the goldfinch. However, guarding them is a merchant wearing a red cap. You need to know the magic words, and only two people know them: The king called for the peasant. In quella grotta i diamanti, a mucchi per terra, abbagliavano.

Il Re si vuotava le tasche, e tornava a riempirsele di questi. Dovea dare la Reginotta a quello zoticone? Ma per la Reginotta nettati la bocca. Si mette le mani nelle tasche, i diamanti son diventati tanti gusci di lumache! Ma il cardellino la pagava. Quanto alla Reginotta, nettati la bocca. Un giorno la Reginotta disse al Re: If you tell me them, the princess is yours. The peas- ant waited outside and waited for him. Within the grotto on the ground was a pile of diamonds, shining brilliantly. Seeing that he was alone, the king stooped down and filled his pockets.

But in the next room, the diamonds, also in a pile, were bigger and more beau- tiful. The king emptied his pockets, and he refilled them with these.

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Thus it was until he came to the last room, where he saw the golden oranges of the royal palace piled up in a corner. Nearby, there hap- pened to be a knapsack, and the king filled it. Now that he knew the magic words, he would return over and over again. As he left the grotto with the knapsack on his back, he found the peasant waiting for him. But instead of golden oranges, he found rotten oranges. He put his hands in his pockets, and he found that the diamonds had turned to snail shells.

This is the work of that crusty old peasant! But the goldfinch would pay for it. And he decided to torture the bird. Tell me the magic words to get back the oranges and the princess will be yours. Therefore, the peasant returned: But as for the princess, say on more. E gli aperse la gabbia. Intanto la povera Reginotta viveva in ambascia: Intanto venne un ambasciatore del Re di Francia che la chiedeva per moglie. Il Re non lo potevan trattenere: Come rimediare con quella figliolaccia caparbia? E la Reginotta zitta. Per mantenere la parola ora patisco tanti guai! Non vuol farsi vedere?

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Sentendosi rispondere dallo scatolino, la Reginotta lo aperse. Quante lagrime ho sparse. E noi restiamo a grattarci la pancia. Because the gold- finch was in a cage, the golden oranges stayed on the tree from one year to the next. One day, the princess said to the king: Go tell him that and return right away. But the goldfinch did not return. One day, the king asked the princess: I have not heard him for quite a while. Meanwhile, the poor princess lived in anguish.

Meanwhile, there ar- rived an ambassador from the king of France, who wanted to marry the princess. Her father was extremely happy, and he quickly gave his consent. However, the princess refused: I want to remain a maid. But she was obstinate: How was the king to deal with his stubborn daughter? He became so angry that he tied her hands and feet, and he lowered her into a well: The king then lowered her half way down.

The king then lowered her even further into the water with only her head above it. And he pulled her up, but he locked her up in a room, giving her only bread and water. Un giorno venne uno, e disse al Re: Dovea dire che lei era la figlia del Re. It was a small box made of gold and dia- monds. However, the princess put it aside without desiring to open it. I have shed so many tears. But now your destiny is fulfilled. The Bronze Horse by Luigi Capuana translated by Santi Buscemi There once was a king and queen who had a daughter more beautiful than the moon and the sun, and they loved her more than the pupils of their own eyes.

One day, someone came and said to the king: If she is not here within three days, woe to him! What were they to do? The savage was terrifying; he could devastate the entire kingdom. She was told to say that she was the daughter of the king. The next day, the girl returned to the palace.

The princess has a birth- mark on this arm! If the princess is not with him within two days, woe is you! Doveva dire che lei era la figlia del Re. Il povero Re e la povera Regina avrebbero battuto il capo nel muro. E mi ha rimandato dicendo: Per la salvezza del regno, bisogna sacrificare la Reginotta! Il Re non sapeva rassegnarsi: Passato un anno, un mese e un giorno, arriva a corte un forestiero, che chiede di parlare col Re.

Era un nanetto alto due spanne, gobbo e sbilenco, con un naso che pareva un becco di barbagianni e certi occhietti piccini piccini. Il Re non aveva voglia di ridere; ma come vide quello sgorbio non seppe frenarsi. The savage knows that the princess has a birthmark on her left arm; it is impossible to fool him. She was to say that she was the daughter of the king. Opening the iTunes Store. If iTunes doesn't open, click the iTunes application icon in your Dock or on your Windows desktop.

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In , he returned to fight in the campaigns for Italian Independence, and fought as a voluntary. Afterwards he moved to Milan and exhibited statues and busts at the Promotrici of Milan, Turin, and Genoa. In , he exhibited in London the statues: He then completed three statues for the Duomo of Milan. In he returned to Rome; he confessed to preferring to live poor in Rome, than rich somewhere else. Fonoprint is a recording studio located in Bologna, Italy founded in Albums recorded or mixed at the studio Vasco Rossi Ma cosa vuoi che sia una canzone No te lo pierdas filled the g Ostia Antica is a large archaeological site, close to the modern town of Ostia, that is the location of the harbour city of ancient Rome, 15 miles 25 kilometres southwest of Rome.

At the mouth of the River Tiber, Ostia was Rome's seaport, but due to silting the site now lies 3 kilometres 2 miles from the sea. History The old entrance of the city Origins Ostia may have been Rome's first colonia. An inscription seems to confirm the establishment of the old castrum of Ostia in the 7th century Portrait of Farinelli by Jacopo Amigoni c. Early years Broschi was born in Andria in what is now Apulia, Italy into a family of musicians.

As recorded in the baptismal register of the church of S. Nicola in Andria, his father Salvatore was a composer and maestro di cappella of the city's cathedral, and his mother, Caterina Barrese, a citizen of Naples. The Duke of Andria, Fabrizio Carafa, a member of the House of Carafa, one of the most prestigious families of the Neapolitan nobility, honored Maestro Broschi by taking a leading part in the baptism of his second son, who was baptised Carlo Maria Michelangelo Nicola.

Paolo Rossi Italian pronunciation: Rossi is one of only three players to have won all three awards at a World Cup, along with Garrincha in , and Mario Kempes in Rossi was also awarded the Ballon d'Or as the European Footballer of the Year for his performances. In , he was signed to Juventus from Vicenza in a co-ownership deal for a world record transfer fee. The following season, Rossi scored 24 goals, to become the Cristina also has recorded songs for other television programs. The dubbed Italian songs she sings are not covers of the Japanese songs but newly written songs for the Italian dub of the anime.

Biography She began her rise to fame on the television show Graines de Star in Her star-making performance on the show led to a major-label recording contract with Sony Music and the eventual release of her debut single, "Avant de Partir" in The lead single from her forthcoming full-length album debut, "Aime-Moi" ,[1] "Avant de Partir" was a Top Five hit on the French singles chart.

The album was released on 30 November Title Writer s Length 1. Fai quello che sei" Riccardo Cocciante, Marco Luberti 5: Pausini, Cheope, Badia 3: It was released on 10 September as the first single from Pausini's album Resta in ascolto. Pausini also recorded a Spanish-language version of the song, adapted by J. Badia and titled "Escucha atento". This version of the song was released as a single in the Hispanic market and it was included in the Spanish-language edition of her album, Escucha.

Music video The music video for the song was filmed in 35 mm[2] and directed by Paolo Monico. He started his career working at the Bank of Italy, later becoming a teacher at the University of Messina. From he taught Economic and Financial Policy at the University of Rome La Sapienza, forming several generations of economists in what is the largest university in Italy. He released some forty albums over this period, composing the music and the majority of the lyrics. He released many hit singles, particularly between and the mid-seventies.

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