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"I am and always will be the same girl," di Giorgio Marosa

"I lived on the farm until 13 years. It was a lonely child in a family alone. While my sister playing with my cousins, I would rather cross the fields. (...) With the soul pierced by a dark, enigmatic wallflowers, however, were happy. I had a concern in that I was ever. Something that started when he was 4 years. It's something indescribable. I do not know how to explain. I, who until then had been integrated into the world, was like herself. And he began to live in me a kind of anxiety.

My grandfather and father were Italian. There was a large Italian colony Salto. They talked about wolves, snow and worlds they have lost. (...) The story of my father, they lived a wolf and snow, were intercrossed and to say, were fused with bromeliads in the garden of my mother, made of silk and glowing embers. My last house has become eternal present. And there's something visionary, mirrors on earth and in heaven. One day I reached freedom. Poetry are the intricacies of the soul, the garden, the starry sky. This is.

Salto vegetation (...) I hallucinated. So my observation grew the fruit, birds, imagination always adds things, deformed, light, dark. had orange groves, olive plantations. The house caught me so wild and the environment. All this cast wings, threw flowers, berries burst, also threw monstrous things. (...)

My grandfather had a great library. My mother and my aunts were very sensitive. Delmira recited from memory, Maria Eugenia, Dario and so I learned to memorize his poems. (...) My mother was very important for my writing, poetry and humor received beyond.

my books are happening and the world is the same. But it is branching out, things arise. Am I going to make do sonnets? "To break that world? I never set out to be a writer, I realized that it was. This is not a job. or even learning. When I looked at twenty, my childhood, it appeared brilliant, extraordinary, inexhaustible. Deployed in an infinite manner that I could not stop.

(...) I am and always will be 'the same girl in the shade of the peach of my father. "

"Sometimes, when summer became too intense, it was still a child, at the age of the orchard, armed beds outside, then, everything seemed so strange. My family flew a little, but then , fell asleep, I was scanning the sky among the stars, old ships continued their fight. Or I startled a horse galloping in the distance, very far away, the barking of dogs in a place with no name, your eternal song. And they were wild grass, oregano, violet, white hen that lays an egg black, maybe, from there perhaps? would a puppy, a human being, an old relative would rise from there. But, beyond the familiar spell, everything met again, the night was blue and the infinite and departing ships. In the Trojan War. "

Marosa di Giorgio. Uruguay. 1934-2004.

Fragments (published based on children's issues) of interviews book "Do not unveil the mystery." Interviews Marosa di Giorgio. Compiled by Nidia Di Giorgio, Edgardo Russo selection and editing Prolog and Osvaldo Aguirre. The editorial silver bowl. 2010.

Image: Flavia Da Rin . Argentina, 1978.