odradek
25 apr 16
DeRank ™: 15,00
The Partisans
It’s not for the glory that we went to the mountains to fight. We were tired of war, tired of our homeland too. We needed to say: let us have our hands free, our feet, our eyes, our ears; let us sleep in the barn with a girl. For this we shot, we let ourselves be hanged, we went to the slaughterhouse with hearts that cried, with trembling lips. But even so we knew that in front of a fascist executioner we were people, and they were puppets.
[Nino Pedretti, Al vòusi e atre poesie in dialetto romagnolo, Torino, Einaudi 2007, pp. 17-18, the poem is titled I partigièn]
It’s not for the glory that we went to the mountains to fight. We were tired of war, tired of our homeland too. We needed to say: let us have our hands free, our feet, our eyes, our ears; let us sleep in the barn with a girl. For this we shot, we let ourselves be hanged, we went to the slaughterhouse with hearts that cried, with trembling lips. But even so we knew that in front of a fascist executioner we were people, and they were puppets.
[Nino Pedretti, Al vòusi e atre poesie in dialetto romagnolo, Torino, Einaudi 2007, pp. 17-18, the poem is titled I partigièn]
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