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In Zanesi's writing the game of memory is always strong. Which generates old yellowed films, noisy with life or muffled silences. The memory of his father in the war, a nocturnal anguish, the gunsmith Tosi. Absences, fears, pains that wrap the facts and objects in a melancholy veil. Which are expressed in a language well fed with classics yet colloquial and warm, loose and modern. Even the hunting, the environments, the flight of a tufted duck, the rustle of a reed bed, seem to have been fished from the depths of a muddy marsh. Memories entangled in the web of emotions, facts that are unknown whether they come from a blurred dream or from time. The dogs, the woodcocks, the hare with the atrophied paw. Pretexts to tell us about this strange relationship that the author has with death. Of animals and men. A death that strikes by chance or that sometimes passes by touching you as very far away. But that praises, like overly congealed emotions, towards a more positive sense of life. Which is a woman.
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The need to acquire an ever-increasing level of knowledge through the collection of data and useful information has become an essential element for the management of the avifauna heritage of the Western Palearctic. In this regard, this work has been published ...
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