and, for the occasion, a poem in our literature.
of Giovanni Pascoli
"It is the Epiphany,
comes from the mountains at night.
How tired!
the surrounding snow, frost and wind.
; It is the Epiphany.
His hands in the chest on the cross, and the snow is
his mantle, and ice
his panel,
and the wind is his voice.
, has the hands to the chest on the cross.
and went slowly to the villa, the farmhouse,
watching, listening, or at most
or more away.
Slowly, slowly.
What's inside this house?
A slight shuffling.
All is calm, all is black.
and shines a light changes.
What's inside this house?
Watch and see ... three beds
with three children to bed, good. Watch and see ...
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there are three long and thin socks.
Oh! three socks and three beds ...
The bright and shining down, and
scricchiolan the stairs
and the brightly lit rooms, and
palpitan tents. Who
salt? Who goes? With his gifts
mother fell,
rooms with his smile.
The bright burns in the face like a lamp
church. With his gifts
mother fell.
La Befana
hear and see the window, and walks away.
Move the north, the highway passes through
:
trembles every door, every window.
And there in the cottage? A
long sigh and faint. Some
firefly fire
shines even in the hearth.
But there in the cottage?
Watch and see ... three strapunti
with three children to bed, good.
Among the ashes and coals
there are three hooves worn.
Oh! three shoes and three strapunti
... And my mother waking and row
sighing and sobbing, and behold
from time to time
oh! those three bases in a row ...
sleep and cry, cry and row.
La Befana
sees and hears;
fled to the mountain, which is the dawn. That
mother still cries
on those children with nothing. La Befana
sees and hears.
La Befana is on the mountain.
what he sees and what he saw:
some people there who cries laughs
it clouds his forehead,
while you are on the white mountain ".
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