2017.09.23.
Solferino
«Hey, how are you, mister Francesco?»said Pedru passing through the street.
«We are at the horizon of destiny:
come here, godson, let’s take some fresh air.
I want to tell you, if I can,
how the war was in Solferino,
or else ask my brother Peppinu
how he could flee the German army.
The night when they attacked us
the bullets were groaning over our heads
just like newborn doggies do.
It was so hot that in my thermometer
the mercury was boiling, and the firestorm
could be heard a mile away».