MY LITLLE...CITY

will be boring, there will be piccolo.non fun for young people ... but as I love my country ..
It 's true, when you're young, this series of endless fields, interrupted only by the lines ofcanals and ditches, visible from afar to the long lines of poplars and oaks that mark the course, seems to promise nothing but the' apathetic and without jolts country life ... nomountains, no sea .. this is boring .... it 's true: it never happens at all, but when someperson has, or has a sudden and terrible grief at home, how friendship and solidarity on the part of all ... Why not think of living on the moon, but the heart that we have and we putin this small country, and perhaps because it is small, it is common to many other places,even for me is unique ..
When a serious accident has happened to a child, I saw the church full of moms, dadsgrandparents and grandchildren, praying for his recovery, and even today, that the littleslowly improves, there are people who enter the church even to light a candle for him ...
My small town, you've heard and comforted my tears and saw and shared my joys, the only thing I hope is to live up to what you gave and made ​​him ..
And to bring in any place to go, lucky to be witness to your beauty and although it seemstrivial and rhetoric, but it is not, of goodness and generosity, now so rare, your people ..
                                                                                             EMILIANO