He was born in Genoa in 1855 in a bourgeois family, dividing his life between his work in the bank and writing in newspapers of the time. If you read a particular poem of his you will find the word “gnàgnoa”. That is the existential anguish that the poet CARLO MALINVERNI managed to soothe with art and spend his time in places dear to him. In his poems, you find his search for that inner peace impossible to reach. Writing, he addresses the woman or friend. His celebration of nature is made with evocative wit.
THE MEMORIES – Luisa! The memories, in waves, are going to break against the heart, against the brain that slams, at their arrival, like a sail, around the head the veil. They are memories of a time already long ago, when he had a hair rocket, when poets and painters, with kissing put at his feet lira and brush. One said: mouth of gold, the other: beautiful eyes. She gloated and enjoyed the praise. Ah! Damn foal and infamous rocks. No more songs, parties, crazy things, but still feels all the honey of an ode, as he comes to pray from the poor friars.
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