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For Italy, singing Mameli

is sad! It is very sad to see what we're reducing Italy.

is becoming increasingly clear that the disconnect is exacerbated by the day.

is clear that the disaffection is increasingly replacing and affection that logic is prevailing all over the money, shifting the emphasis from this event even more important.

But how many still love our unit? How many do you know the process? How many really know how much this drives our many of our young people? Those wishing to remember and pass on? Unfortunately, history is not everyone's heritage and few know, few remember the steps that have marked the path towards the unification of Italy. A mental stasis perhaps desired by those who love Italy, forget that they will answer to history. And we

Once again we adults, with our senseless diatribes, this celebration of beauty to undress, and limit their importance, forgetting that it is our duty to pass on our past intact because without it there is this.

The show that we are offering is bleak and depressing and there is a credit.

But luckily there are young people who represent the best part of our country and who know how to recognize the values.

I was with fifty students to submit my book Farewell my beautiful goodbye ... The history of the Risorgimento between words, images and music. for two hours followed with attention, listening, perhaps for the first time, the music of Verdi and Bellini paintings by Hayez and reading and history painting. Was shortly before the opening bell and I thought of a guy but not conclude, with sudden, spontaneous gesture, put the Inno di Mameli. They are all snapped up and sang along:

Brothers of Italy

Brothers of Italy,
Italy has awakened,
the helmet of Scipio
She has bound her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down, slave of Rome

that God has made. join in cohort, We are ready to
death.
Ready to die, he called
Italy.

Goffredo Mameli, 1827-1849

We for centuries
Downtrodden and derided,
we are not one people, because we are
divided.

Let one flag, one hope
to be unified
time already played. join in cohort, We are ready to
death.
Ready to die, he called
Italy.

Let us unite and love one another, unity and love


Show the people the ways of the Lord.

swear to free Our native soil
united under God,
Who can defeat us? join in cohort, We are ready to
death.

Ready to die, he called
Italy.

From the Alps to Sicily,
Legnano is everywhere; ...

And they sang the entire hymn, while I watched with emotion.

What lessons were giving us adults! We were taught to keep for their memory of unified Italy with its anthem and its flag.

We talked about that culture must not be betrayed, the Arts, our true wealth. And the richest is out of the meeting, thinking they are young our strength and we can still hope for a better future.

Anna Lanzetta