usually do not talk about politics, and I state this now, that I will not even now, though, in last few days, some "events" of Italian politics took me back to mind, for an interesting game as strange as a group, the words of one of the books that I loved and I love to read: The Leopard G. Tomasi di Lampedusa.
is aware that only a few have not yet read the passage below, I also decided to post it, and because, in my opinion, one of the masterpieces of our literature, and because I believe it is essential that, in the imagination of every Sicilian, and it is this ingrained ... now more than ever ...
Here are the words of the Prince of Salina to the official Piedmont Chevalley:
"... Now I will not argue if what you did was good or bad, for my part I think a lot was bad, but I want to say You will understand by now that when it was only a year between us: in Sicily do not care to do good or evil, the sin which we Sicilians never forgive is not simply to "do" [...].
Sleep, dear Chevalley, sleep is what Sicilians want, and they hate people who always wants them to wake up, even to bring them the most beautiful gifts, and, between ourselves, I have my serious doubts that the new reign has many gifts for us in trunk.
All events are manifestations Sicilian dream, even the most violent: our sensuality is the desire for oblivion, the gunshots and stab wounds ours, death wish, desire for voluptuous immobility, that is, even death, our laziness, our sorbets of scorsonera or cinnamon, and our meditative aspect is that of anything that wants to peer into the mysteries of nirvana.
It comes from us the excessive power of certain persons, of those who are semi-awake, hence the delay of a century of famous artistic and intellectual Sicilian: news attract us only when we feel dead, unable to give rise to vital currents, hence the incredible phenomenon of the current lineup , at the same time we would venerable myths that if they were really old, but which are nothing more than sinister attempts to dive back into a past that attracts us precisely because he died [...].
are too many because there are exceptions ... On the other hand I see that I have explained myself badly: I said the Sicilians, Sicily, I should add, the environment, climate and landscape. These are the forces together, and perhaps more gl'incongrui foreign domination and that the rapes were the soul: this landscape that ignores the middle ground between the softness and the harshness lascivious damn, that is never mean, relaxing, human, as a country should be made to [...] the home of rational beings.
The violence of the landscape, this cruelty of the climate, this tension continues in every aspect, these monuments, even of the past, magnificent but incomprehensible why not built by us and around us like beautiful ghosts silent, all of these governments, landed in arms from nowhere, now served, soon detested and always misunderstood, who spoke only with works of art for us and enigmatic concretissimi collectors Tax expenditures and elsewhere, all these things have formed our character so that it remains constrained by external fatality well as a terrifying insularity of mind . "
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