DEATH AT WORK
A cry,
a thud
and down from the sixth floor.
Asphalt
breaks existence,
miserably, so
as it is lived.
In short, around the body under examination,
formed a circle of men
with hands that know how tough
put stone on the first breath of dawn
the death of the sun.
is the scream of a siren
and present, astonished,
silent, watching the scene,
pale;
a common thought in all of them;
could happen to me!
Tonight
Six children and a woman will wait unnecessarily
adust A face, suffered and loved.
The water may not be enough to erase the
blood stains from the road.
Tomorrow fellow laborers
continue the work.
The end of a man can not stop
starting a business, man
tomorrow will be just a name, una vittima.
Stasera
sul treno che porta alla provincia
la massa attiva
del lavoro in città
un posto sarà vuoto.
Per un’illusione di vita
stasera un lavoratore
ha trovato nella morte la sua realtà.
Luciano Somma, poeta napoletano
copiato da campaniademocratica il 8/12/2007 alle 14:3 In ricordo degli operai di Torino
Non è un necrologio di categoria.
Eppure è rivolto a quanti, come me, bazzicano i cd. Food-blogger, non tutti siamo cuochi ma forse avremmo voluto esserlo e forse, in piccola parte lo us.
Maybe it's the thought of a father who sees his daughter to study for a profession so ungrateful? And maybe
remain precarious for years to make a trade, not his?
Maybe it's just the thought of a father who sees a young man of 20 years died.
graduate chef.
to save four other unfortunate fellow workers.
That, in turn, had fallen into a coffin to save the first. In a tanker
State Railways (say it here , here and here ).
With typical generosity of some stupid people.
I quote from ' ANSA Paolo Melchiorre of 20.15: " Michele Tasca had passion for cooking: he had graduated to sous chef Hotelmanagementschool Molfetta and began to work seasonally in both summer and winter, in Cesenatico (Forlì-Cesena). When not working there, he returned to town and "not to stand with folded hands," as he told his uncle, did odd jobs, such as the 'Truck Center', even to pay the installment of the car, a 'Polo ', bought three months ago with a lot of sacrifices, and that was his second passion . "
The head of state calls" the two sides could meet on the text of the decree to be implemented on the basis of the recent law on security and occupational . What can I
mean?
What can we say?
Let us hope so.
Maybe in two or three years opened a blog and reveal his secrets?
A cry,
a thud
and down from the sixth floor.
Asphalt
breaks existence,
miserably, so
as it is lived.
In short, around the body under examination,
formed a circle of men
with hands that know how tough
put stone on the first breath of dawn
the death of the sun.
is the scream of a siren
and present, astonished,
silent, watching the scene,
pale;
a common thought in all of them;
could happen to me!
Tonight
Six children and a woman will wait unnecessarily
adust A face, suffered and loved.
The water may not be enough to erase the
blood stains from the road.
Tomorrow fellow laborers
continue the work.
The end of a man can not stop
starting a business, man
tomorrow will be just a name, una vittima.
Stasera
sul treno che porta alla provincia
la massa attiva
del lavoro in città
un posto sarà vuoto.
Per un’illusione di vita
stasera un lavoratore
ha trovato nella morte la sua realtà.
Luciano Somma, poeta napoletano
copiato da campaniademocratica il 8/12/2007 alle 14:3 In ricordo degli operai di Torino
Non è un necrologio di categoria.
Eppure è rivolto a quanti, come me, bazzicano i cd. Food-blogger, non tutti siamo cuochi ma forse avremmo voluto esserlo e forse, in piccola parte lo us.
Maybe it's the thought of a father who sees his daughter to study for a profession so ungrateful? And maybe
remain precarious for years to make a trade, not his?
Maybe it's just the thought of a father who sees a young man of 20 years died.
graduate chef.
to save four other unfortunate fellow workers.
That, in turn, had fallen into a coffin to save the first. In a tanker
State Railways (say it here , here and here ).
With typical generosity of some stupid people.
I quote from ' ANSA Paolo Melchiorre of 20.15: " Michele Tasca had passion for cooking: he had graduated to sous chef Hotelmanagementschool Molfetta and began to work seasonally in both summer and winter, in Cesenatico (Forlì-Cesena). When not working there, he returned to town and "not to stand with folded hands," as he told his uncle, did odd jobs, such as the 'Truck Center', even to pay the installment of the car, a 'Polo ', bought three months ago with a lot of sacrifices, and that was his second passion . "
The head of state calls" the two sides could meet on the text of the decree to be implemented on the basis of the recent law on security and occupational . What can I
mean?
What can we say?
Let us hope so.
Maybe in two or three years opened a blog and reveal his secrets?
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