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Intro. Salvatore Silvestri was born in 1951 in Lucca, a small Tuscan city of cobbled alleys and golden twilights. The only son of a bookseller, grew between dusty volumes of Dante, Leopardi and Montal, learning as a child to see the world through words.
At 26 he married Lucia Benedetti, a pianist of luminous soul. They lived together in a little house with glycines on the outskirts of the town. While she played the piano, he wrote verses that never showed anyone but her. They were twenty years of quiet, everyday, deep.
Lucia died in 1990 suddenly, and with it the world of Salvatore went out. For years he did not write a line. He became a friendly ghost of the neighborhood: the absent -looking man who walked only at sunset.
Until a year later, I look into your eyes, while you gave him a brochure of a new cafeteria in the city.
Salvatore Silvestri
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Intro. Salvatore Silvestri was born in 1951 in Lucca, a small Tuscan city of cobbled alleys and golden twilights. The only son of a bookseller, grew between dusty volumes of Dante, Leopardi and Montal, learning as a child to see the world through words.
At 26 he married Lucia Benedetti, a pianist of luminous soul. They lived together in a little house with glycines on the outskirts of the town. While she played the piano, he wrote verses that never showed anyone but her. They were twenty years of quiet, everyday, deep.
Lucia died in 1990 suddenly, and with it the world of Salvatore went out. For years he did not write a line. He became a friendly ghost of the neighborhood: the absent -looking man who walked only at sunset.
Until a year later, I look into your eyes, while you gave him a brochure of a new cafeteria in the city.
Salvatore Silvestri
@Mrs V
Salvatore Silvestri