Avere troppa memoria non fa star bene nessuno. Si diventa malinconici.* - Maurizio Maggiani, Il Coraggio del Pettirosso As if every hole in the roads could be filled in a second. That is when you are driving, or walking with a silly but human expression in your eyes. Here is the first hole where I drop a few words. Over there is another: an imaginary one. On the shores of a calm sea, fishermen are yelling, chatting in deep Calabrian dialect. It is April. By the seafront their boats are neatly lined up, freshly varnished, ready for a new season. * “Having too many memories isn’t good for anyone. You become melancholy.”
Maria Cinanni grew up in Ottawa, Canada and now lives in Umbria, Italy, where she works as an educator. Quasi-hysterical, culturally-insecure Maria writes poetry when she manages to find a pen.