sta per arrivare la ricorrenza dell’OTTO MARZO. Nella nostra società attuale essa si è trasformata in un momento per dare sfogo alle “manie consumistiche”. Raccogliamo pure un ramoscello di mimosa o accettiamolo,ma ricordiamo le origini della festa, perché essa diventi spunto per il progresso individuale e collettivo di tutti. L’ OTTO MARZO del 1908 le 129 operaie di un’industria tessile di New York scioperarono contro le loro terribili condizioni di lavoro. Il proprietario dell’azienda fece appiccare l’incendio e le operaie morirono tutte bruciate all’interno della struttura. Rispettiamo quelle persone morte nella difesa della loro dignità di donne e di lavoratrici, ma rispettiamo anche tutte le donne che incontriamo o che incontreremo lungo il cammino della vita.
Mi rivolgo a voi, giovani donne in fiore, che incontro ogni giorno tra i banchi: affrontate le sfide grandi e piccole dell’esistenza a testa alta, siate consapevoli delle vostre qualità, siate orgogliose delle vostre peculiarità e sempre pronte to offer a personal contribution to improving the world around you.
GREETINGS!
Ballad of women
When I think about it, that time has passed,
older mothers who have brought us,
also girls who were love, and then the wives and
daughters and daughters, female
I think, if I think a joy
think the male, I think the boredom.
When I think that the time has come, the partisan
fought here,
one hit, wound once
and the dead, we buried
female I think, if I think the peace
think the male does not like to think.
When I think of that time back,
comes the day when the day dawns, I think that is the cradle
a woman's belly, belly
and home is holding a skirt, and
belly is cash, which is the Finally,
that the day comes that you go to sleep.
Because the woman is not heaven, it is ground meat
of land that does not want war:
is this land that I was sown,
life that I lived in. I planted,
here looking for a warm heart that hears us,
the long night that I get nothing. Female
I think, if I think the human
my compagna, ti prendo per mano.
older mothers who have brought us,
also girls who were love, and then the wives and
daughters and daughters, female
I think, if I think a joy
think the male, I think the boredom.
When I think that the time has come, the partisan
fought here,
one hit, wound once
and the dead, we buried
female I think, if I think the peace
think the male does not like to think.
When I think of that time back,
comes the day when the day dawns, I think that is the cradle
a woman's belly, belly
and home is holding a skirt, and
belly is cash, which is the Finally,
that the day comes that you go to sleep.
Because the woman is not heaven, it is ground meat
of land that does not want war:
is this land that I was sown,
life that I lived in. I planted,
here looking for a warm heart that hears us,
the long night that I get nothing. Female
I think, if I think the human
my compagna, ti prendo per mano.
Edoardo Sanguineti
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