When I was a child in the Feast of Torello was the late summer and early the school. I waited anxiously arrived. I was surprised to find myself with many kids, slightly larger than me, up and down on the roofs, to deliver the sacred image of the Madonna and the blessed bread, representing not only the so-called "question", but the lead in each MY MADONNA home, special for me then as now.
Over the years, the interests of each differ, but the love for Our Lady of Torello, has never failed. Not only as personal involvement, but as an opportunity to rinse again to religion, as a regenerate. It becomes
aimhè great. The party of Torello, is no longer the starting point of the school, but merely a range in transit - strains of everyday life.
A routine, which for fifteen years was represented by long evenings of entertainment, including drinks and bars in the square of Atrani. Regular customer and
Andrea Lello, the undertow, for years I was in the Piazzetta, as in my living room. A place to be themselves, without any problem, the essence of freedom (was age). Only in the square in Torello, I lived in the same state of mind. Then as if by magic
no longer pass through the square Atrani, problems, and various events I have moved away. (In this case is the advancing age).
Other generations animated the square, other emotions, other times. A
Torello, after a storm, things seem to be back to normal. And the refuge of the boy who was, is always hospitable.
On September 9, 2010 I was reminded again of the other square that marked my life. I did not cry, but tears down copious hours. A broken life that way, can only be the life of each one of us broke in two. Each of us has wronged in this matter, without exception.
I grieved for a past that is gone, swept away for a present for a future ....
I have not had the courage to go in the square so far, for fear, fear.
Two squares, one person, then.
Saturday 18 and Sunday, September 19, 2010, celebrating the Virgin of Torelli.
This time I will not give a hand to prepare the fires, nor I want to celebrate. I do not feel, you can not watch a child cry and the other smiling.
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