On Thursday 01 / 12 / 2011 ended the proclamation of the winners of the competition "Writing Elsewhere 2011" organized by "Never Late - Friends of Nuto Association" in collaboration with the Nuto Revelli Onlus Foundation and with the sponsorship of the Municipality of Cuneo promoted this competition reserved for "new citizens" (immigrants or children of immigrant parents) with the aim of making them express and interact with our society.Language as a tool for coexistence among communities with different origins and histories towards a new concept of citizenship: being with and among others in the public space and to this title "take the floor".
The award ceremony took place in the environments of the Hall of Honor of the Municipality of Cuneo, readings by Valeria Dini and musical accompaniment by Diana Subashi - Albanian violinist and winner of the 3 ° AWARD, presence of Anilda Ibrahimi, Aldo Bonomi and Marco Revelli and of the authorities locals.
High participation in this latest edition; over 150 participants of all ages and all backgrounds (da11a57 years), coming from different areas of Italy; many have participated for the second time, many for both sections in the competition.
This edition was made possible thanks to the commitment and sensitivity of many, individuals and organizations to be thanked for having created and carried out this unique competition. The jury: Hamid Ziarati - President, Luciana Anzalone, Roberto Baravalle, Alberto Bosi, Paolo Collo, Stefano Delprete, Alessandra Demichelis, Lorenzo Durando, Filippo Falbo, Giandomenico Genta, Anilda Ibrahimi, Federica Meinardi, Leoreta Ndoci, Anna Rizza, Tiziano Rossi, Vesna Scepanovic, Fiona M. Stewart.
Many of them offered some of their texts, to be published together with those of the contest participants, to contribute their reflections to the knowledge and understanding of the reality of immigration, the ultimate goal of the whole initiative.
Also this year we have an award-winning Albanian, Diana Subashi, winner of the third prize. (poetry section) Comes from a musical environment and is a famous violinist in Piedmont. A Special Prize was awarded for the passionate collaboration in the promotion and organization of the competition to Leoreta Ndoci. Below, exclusively for our readers, there are three poems where the rhythm of the music is easily noticed, the first but apparently not the only talent of Subashi: << Let's dance >>
Let's dance now.
Ironic dance of love, A graceful eye, and the other that tears.
Warm hands, cold minds, gentle steps.
Here, we dance now. Dance that begins, dance ends.
Ironic love dance, cold eyes, warm skin, gentle steps.
Now. We dance. It dulls sweet half-lips, half-bitter lips.
The most wanted, ironic dance, love ...
Love that is born, that lives, that dies ... And yet ... is reborn, relives, and is removed.
And again ... reborn and still ... revive ... and still ... remove.<< Back >>
Simple, like the red bricks of the wall, and the wooden bridge, in the old village of the grandparents. Break time. Breath. Simple, like a mother's hug, and those little blue flowers that I loved so much, like the big, gray eyes of the first love. Breath. Break time. Simple as bread, simple as water, like the silence of your room after midnight, and a ticking clock ...
Break time. Breath…. That tic-tac, You, me, the night ...
Break time. Breath. Return ... to the simple, to the true, to the pure ...<< Life >> A race ... A sort of race against time.
With souls who love us, souls who abandon us, and animeci always accompany us. A dance ... A sort of competition with time.
You and your dream of love ... bridges, your space, and the eternal attraction of crossing the limits. A flight ... A sort of battle with gravity, I and my therapeutic dream, my freedom, my amazement , and the eternal attraction towards schizophrenic encounters ... A sort of race, a kind of dance, breezes, breaths, sighs of the time that goes by ... the time that stops, the time that surrounds, the time that marks. ...
Magnificently, painfully, everyone, always ...<< Free >> Leoreta NdociOne day I must die, and I will return my strength to the hurricane, so a storm will break loose and tell you about me.
I will return my body to the mountain, so that you can come and visit me on Sunday.
I will return my hair to the river, my voice to the rain, my soul to the snow, my face to the sun, my eyes to the moon.
I will die! Happy to live forever in nature, Free! ...
I do not want a pit as a house in the afterlife, because I am a nomad of the soul, I have abandoned my roots to follow the dream of living without cateneseminando many drops of tears ... Emigrate me in nature, when my heart will suspend the beat, because my essence have a meaning, be free! ...
Motivation of the Paraloup award to Anilda Ibrahimi and Hamid ZiaratiAnilda Ibrahimi:* For having told with color and sensitivity in Red as a bride the story of three generations of women from an Albanian mountain community, in their emergence from the immobile history of peasant civilization and their encounter and confrontation with modernity. * For the pietas and the high ethical inspiration that in Love and rags of time accompanies the story of the loves and sufferings of men and women of different ethnicities, made hostile by the madness of war: both reasons present in the works of Nuto Revelli, that the Foundation Revellie "Never Late" set out to keep alive.
Hamid Ziarati, an Iranian-Turin writer, he chose Italian as his narrative language, an enviable Italian who went on to specify and enrich the transition from his debut work "Salam, maman" to the next "The mechanic of the roses".
In both novels the author, touching the dimension of the small epic, offers us stories that have in common the thread of the socio-political changes of his homeland, Iran, a country that in the second novel is never named , thus giving universal value to the stories of the characters.
In both works there is the idea that the ransom can start from poverty, which sometimes succeeds, and the much more evident idea that war and the so-called revolution throw the creatures into the terrible abyss of history.
The author offers us a point of view from within, says even more dramatic truths with vigor and authenticity, introducing in his narration a taste for details, humorous shortcuts, vibrations that do not attenuate the scope of the complaint but, on the contrary, accentuate it and expand its resonances.
Behind every story, every life told, every aspiration, every pain is the desire for a social-historical denunciation that, without a preaching tone, takes shape in the story of the unfolding of facts and feelings. Through the
lives that suffer, that dream, that despair, that struggle and sometimes win, in fact widespread violence and the desire for national redemption pass.
Finally, we must underline the story of the condition of women (let us think of the figure of Maman, a strong semi-illiterate woman who struggles to give her children that education which was denied to her) and the tenderness inspired by children with their speeches, their escapes, their innocence betrayed and violated.
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