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Writer's pictureBadea Iulia Gabriela

Letter to a Son


"My son, do you remember? You played with nothing and you were happy! And I was happy!

You scraped your knees, played in the street, and you were happy!

Two sticks would become a bow and arrows, a branch became a slingshot, and you were happy!

A piece of chalk and you built a “siloca”*, the rain wouldn’t wet you, and you were happy!

A wall and two alleys became “cuccia.cuccia”** With two friends, you were happy!

4 “furmelle” and 2 “pantaloni” and you were rich; you were eating cherries, and the “nozzuli”*** became a game, and you were happy!

You were running barefoot through stones and brambles, and you were happy!

Now, keep playing among the clouds and be happy, my son!"


-Gianni Preite, Italy



*hopscotch

**hide and seek

***seed





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