I can not celebrate today's Italy, but only the thinkers, the poets, who dreamed of a romantic sensibility more than the word unit, an Italy free from all forms of slavery that men chained and thoughts.
I celebrate them because the words of those who were asleep and woke up the spirits, awaken our youth today, sensitivity, strengthen our thoughts' should no longer, riding the wave of individual dreams, waves crashing against petty seguon the trail.
I celebrate them because the words of those who were asleep and woke up the spirits, awaken our youth today, sensitivity, strengthen our thoughts' should no longer, riding the wave of individual dreams, waves crashing against petty seguon the trail.
Celebrating the thinkers of that time because we also need a 'free from Italy who, in it, does not adhere to values, ideas, culture, its splendor and that of' his children.
As yesterday so today we Foscolo, 17 March, "let's go (..) memory freedom and the glory of their ancestors which shine as they discover our most abject slavery."