De Italiaanse filmregisseur, dichter en schrijver Pier Paolo Pasolini werd geboren in Bologna op 5 maart 1922. Zie ook alle tags voor Pier Paolo Pasolini op dit blog.
Nineteen Forty-five
Dragging their feet in the dust, tired to the bone
the Germans now retreat, sheep lost in the fog.
Walking among the ruins, under wet acacia trees
dragging rifles in the mud along the least-known roads.
In the village bells are calling to the early morning service
and the days of old come back as if they never left.
In the villages bells ring as if to announce some holiday
with the yards swept neat and clean, with springtime fields
where gatherings of girls, their pony tails like sun rays,
pass under greening trellises on their way to hear mass.
The wild boys do come after, just finished with confession,
dressed in white knee socks and their blond hair neatly cut.
Monday, it’s Easter Monday! How they laugh how they run
these children from the village across the Tagliamento bridge,
they’re riding their bicycles and are wearing white shirts
beneath their English blazers, smelling of freshly cut oranges.
They are a little tipsy as they sing to the first coming of day,
and on their narrow scarves the cold wind ices their breath
as they ride to Codroipo, Casale, through grazing fields
riddled with check points and with companies of soldiers
joking and screaming underneath the platform
while wearing their best outfits to the first ball of the year.
God has dressed us in joy and in compassion,
on our foreheads he has placed the crown of love.
God has chosen to flatten hills and mountains,
to fill in the valleys, make the earth equal for us all
so that his creatures, contented, will people the land
in peacefulness and so fulfill their destiny.
God always knows that past our gloomiest dark
His splendor shines forever in each and every heart.
Vertaald door Adeodato Piazza Nicolai
Pier Paolo Pasolini (5 maart 1922 – 2 november 1975)
Hier met de acteur Franco Citti (rechts)