The Natali ra via Philippines- poetry in Reggio dialect by Amalia Cacciola
Amalia Cacciola
CHRISTMAS RA VIA THE PHILIPPINES
(Christmas in Via Filippini)
Sciauru i crispeddhi,
the nativity scene
and petrals,
this was a vote
our Christmas.
Game and me soru
an early morning
who ndi scirriaumu
a with s'aviva a news
pi cousin
and me grandmother
who took us
whoever bons and then receives the latu:
BELLI MEI, They did 1 BRAVI
WHO BROUGHT YOU TO ALL AND DDHUI
THE MARKET.
I'm not the one who split or warehouse chianu chianu,
holding his eternal cigarette in his hand.
There was no party atmosphere
and many cultures
no ddha stradiceddha
China of flavors.
A big family
very respected
and S. Giovanni
it will never end.
DON TOTO, DON'T GET IN,
WATCH ME IF YOU DO ZZITA,
I HAVE TO CATCH THE ROBBER
PIRCHI' YES MARITA.
You made me look for more clothes
it cost nothing
and the traders treat you
common relatives.
The viddhana cu and the long dress
located above the airports,
who kept fresh eggs
intra or fantali.
Aviva won't leave
all right,
who was u spassu ri picciriddhi
ru neighborhood.
There was Roger, who knows what
it seemed like tenors,
offering fresh fish to everyone:
I HAVE CHICKS LIKE EGGS!
while the line of people was finally outside.
Nu bbancuni chinu,to remind them,
NUTS, kill her, mandarins and purtualli
with a little lady covered with a shawl
and on the seat there were braziers
I fell with that heat on my feet.
my brother,
now everyone is like this
there is no one,
nor shops,bancuni and unfortunately
all those people died
and when I pass
'nta dha stradiceddha
who once was like that;
sweet and so beautiful ,
with hands and eyes bowed,
I remember how beautiful it was
CHRISTMAS WILL TAKE ME VIA THE PHILIPPINES.
Amalia Maria Grazia Cacciola
23/12/2018








Beautiful Amalia. You made me move….
Only those who have lived in that little corner of happiness can perceive my emotions in conceiving this poem. Thank you so much ❤️
POEM THAT DESCRIBES THE FILIPPINI WAY OF OLD,LIKE A BEAUTIFUL PAINTING.
ONLY THOSE WHO WERE BORN AND RAISED THERE,LOOKING WITH THE EYES OF A CHILD, IT CAN GET THIS MUCH
It's true little girl eyes that have experienced evocative and magical moments
I knew I had a very good and competent colleague as well as a very reliable friend. So, I'm not at all surprised to discover poetic skills. Amalia, I know big ! ❤️
Brava , brava , brava ….
A special thank you to a special colleague and great friend.❤️
Compliments. The verses take the reader by the hand, especially the one who knows places and traditions,and accompany him on this journey through time. Arrived at destination, opening your eyes,it's like being catapulted into the frames of an amarcord film in which, with the imagination, you can smell scents,sounds and,Very, a lot of human warmth.
Congratulations for the very evocative verses. They carry the reader with their hand, especially the one who knows places and traditions, on a journey into the past. Once we reach our destination,opening your eyes seems to see the frames of amarcord film and hear sounds, perfumes and a lot of human warmth.
Salvatore,our traditions are sacred and at the time,in that corner of Reggio,you could still breathe the authenticity of a people with ancient customs dating back to Magna Graecia. Proud to have experienced them first hand. Thank you ❤️ for your radiant and knowledgeable review
This realistic poem is a window into the genuine past that offers food for thought about the sophisticated present.
TIME FLIES, LOVE MANET.
Unfortunately. Thank you very much ❤️
A poem that drags you into the past and instills liveliness. Compliments!!!!!👏👏👏
A poem, which is a brush stroke on a canvas of sweet memories, characters and situations from a good old time.
Carlo,this poem is also a bit’ yours.Thank you ❤️
Amalia, only those who lived through those periods, can understand the truth of your words, as you described “The Natali ra via Philippines” to perfection. You couldn't pass via Filippini unless you entered the Biroccio brothers' shop, known throughout Reggio. What can I say Amalia… I was moved and I retraced all the stages of my childhood. Very good and congratulations!
Yes Jole…the Biroccio brothers. I can still smell the fabrics. Thank you ❤️