Cazzullo Aldo's book "Long Live Italy" have already discussed in a previous post (http:/ / alboino.blogspot.com/2011/02/viva-litalia.html) where he stressed the importance of feeling in one nation, Italians. Of the same book you can not help but mention, albeit didactic, those things for which we are proud to be Italian. And if, as in the incipit of the book describes Cazzullo Italy as a mother affectionate though full of aches and pains that we must agree on how to live in our country do not live anywhere else because as often heard outside our borders, "Italy is the most beautiful country in the world." That should not be understood only as a mere compliment, but must also involve responsibilities that have long been forgotten. Beginning with the defense of the territory and heritage it contains that previous generations have built and defended our often with their lives.
Garibaldi is known today, beyond the rhetoric, no longer in fashion, the man who conquered a kingdom and the twilight of his experience on the island Caprera to take the gold instead of the Bourbons, or some of Caravaggio's value (as of today MUST) preferred a lot of beans and a box of dried cod. The volunteers of the Great War are now long forgotten, but letters like this should be imprinted in the memory of everyone and especially young people, "Maybe you do not understand how you can not because I was forced to be left to die on the battlefield, but believe me I find it a thousand times sweeter than to die in the face to my homeland, my homeland. Goodbye my beloved mother, farewell my dear sister, farewell my father. If I die, I die with your beloved names on the lips, in front of our wild Karst. Not to mention, of partisans and the resistance that is seen as what the left hand and must belong to the whole Italian population. "Tomorrow I shoot, but we'll build a better country" we can not betray these men who gave their lives to give us the country we live. In the leveling of all that we live, we equalized the Resistance with the boys of Salò and we have forgotten that 20 months had the knife by the handle and used it.
But Italy, especially Italy that makes us proud of belonging is the Italy of the letters, music, art, short, Italy's beauty that we all envy. Try to come with an air French pride than in the casket: the Louvre and walk half a mile on the main floor of the museum which displays hundreds of paintings of moving beauty, all created by Italians. The Wonderful Christ by Lorenzo Lotto defending the adulteress, the Marriage at Cana where Veronese portrays himself and his rivals Titian and Tintoretto, Cimabue and Giotto and Paolo Uccello still with the Battle of San Romano and grooms assault. Lom statue of Jesus weeping Mantegna and the Bellini's brother, tears of blood of Christ by Antonello da Messina with a rope around his neck like an animal, the deposition of Rosso Fiorentino with unreal colors and the immense picture painted by Caravaggio in which the woman drowned in Transforming it into the Tiber Madonna dying. And take a trip to the National Gallery in London and watch the first episode of the Battle of San Romano enhanced by a whole wall of his own and then go to admire Titian's Actaeon turned into stag for having seen Diana and her maidens bare framework from which Cézanne took inspiration for his deposition Wetting and still unfinished by Michelangelo and the Baptism of Christ by Piero della Francesca: perhaps, as some assert, the most beautiful picture ever painted, a picture so extraordinary that the Director of the National Gallery bought it for himself in 1861 but after two days of torment he decided it was too good to stay in a house and should be in museum, until in 2009 the Archbishop of Canterbury said that Baptism was too good and sacred to remain in a museum and should be in a cathedral, its possible. And at the Prado in Madrid moved in front of El Entierro, the canvas in which Joseph of Arimathea, the Marie bury the Christ and the apostles, that Titian painted a beautiful picture with your hands, shape the body of Jesus had already decomposed. A work of drama that Charles V when he left the government of the empire on which the sun never set to retire to a monastery, took him, and he died looking at her. Here
Italian feel, to feel united and belong to a single territory means also and above all this means looking more carefully to the heritage that surrounds us and do not let foreigners take possession of what is the blood of our nation.
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