MY CURRICULUM AND MY
INTRODUCTION
Without joking, I honestly think that a curriculum doesn't
exist and as a poor nobody, I am saying this from the bottom
of my pedestal ...
Nevertheless, to trust in me isn't and will never be like
putting one's head inside the jaws of a lion which on the
other hand, for at least the past twenty years, seems to
have become a favourite sport for the major part of
Italians, quite a risky motor-discipline at that!
The fact is that my mother, Fernanda, was indeed a
journalist of good standard level, who had wrote for many
years in the oldest daily newspaper of Italy, 'La Nazione'
of Florence, during the time of its greatest splendour.
When I was just a child and my mother would finish writing
one of her articles, she would then re-read it out loud
asking me if I had liked it, if I thought there was
something out of place or if I had something else that had
come to my mind regarding the subject; I was young of course
but I would commit myself, thirsty with interest I would
listen and give her some sort of reply. However, in the
meantime, the "word" would enter just a little ...
From that moment on, I have always enjoyed writing and in a
secret way, poems in particular, just to satisfy my
innermost self.
Through a graduation thesis I had understood the fact that
this could have worked at even higher levels. It was a
thesis which I had prepared one winter for a beautiful and
pretentious girlfriend.
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The charming woman whose name I will not
mention, or rather Mamerto, presented a treatise on
the poet Andrea Zanzotto and on the writer Alberto
De Chirico and this became the core of her degree
in philology with a major in Romanticism at the
University of Frankfurt. |
