When Piero Mastroberardino handed me his latest book back in June during a wine tasting, I was honored and honestly a little intimidated. I don't have a lot of time to read for pleasure, and this being a book of poems, in Italian, well... But with school being out, I found the time to concentrate on what Mastroberardino, the poet, and not the wine producer, had to say. After a month or so, my copy of the book is bent, with folded pages, full of notes in pencil taken when I came a cross a word or three that I didn't understand. I have my favorites: page 20 - Come Nebbile Sottile, Like Thin Fog...or page 36 - Notte, Night. One simple line: Come tu solo sai donare luce.
I like to think at the book as an invitation, to see a side of an anima nad soul not only of the poet..but maybe a little of ourselves as well.
Come tu solo sai donare luce...
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