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Two looks, that of a poet devoted to hunting and that of a hunter condemned to poetry, pass the baton in observing the magic, the meaning and the truth of the hunting passion. Greedy gaze, that of Piersanti, raptor of visions, sensitive to every form of objectivity, who explores the universe of the countryside in search of the drive signs of his own history, of the loving presences of his own family novel. Maniacal and joyful gaze, that of Aromatico, of an equally tireless and tense joy, which reaches the apex of desire by courting the paths of memory and belonging to a lost and always rediscovered rural myth. Their world is there, in the central Italian Apennines, in the landscapes that from Montefeltro and Urbinate lead to the shores of the Adriatic without ever merging and merging with this sea. In the mountain woods of Bocca Trabaria, at the pass of the thrushes, amidst red October lights and gunshots that shake the sky, and then down towards the plain, between clearings and marshes, where woodcocks insist on celebrating the cult of a mysterious Queen and distant. And there is a moral impetus in their speech, which is expressed in terms now of bitter resentment, now of elegiac regret, now of peremptory affirmation of certainties, the few and essential ones of the hunter, sufficient to indicate the meaning of a life, to close the eternal, triangular dialectic of the hunting game: love, predation, death and more love. To restore the sense of a culture and a truth to be reaffirmed. Not just with words. |
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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