<\/p>\n
On a cold garden, full of winter frost,<\/p>\n
a child plays with a few crystals of ice.<\/p>\n
Gi\u00e0 estasiato dallo scintillio, note, behind a bush,<\/p>\n
una luce pi\u00f9 chiara,<\/p>\n
then sees a child<\/p>\n
ancor pi\u00f9 piccolo di s\u00e9 nascosto tra le foglie morte.<\/p>\n
Approaches, greets him, asks the name.<\/p>\n
The child responds: “My reputation preceded me and follow me,<\/p>\n
yet I have known in a few<\/p>\n
and only a small number of men has received my message”.<\/p>\n
The other, surprised, therefore urges the questions:<\/p>\n
“Perch\u00e9 sei qui solo e nudo con questo freddo?”<\/p>\n
The one responds slowly: “Perch\u00e9 gli uomini cos\u00ec mi raffigurano;<\/p>\n
hear my words meant for the poor in spirit,<\/p>\n
non hanno meglio saputo rappresentare questa \u201cnudit\u00e0\u201d,<\/p>\n
this being detached from things”.<\/p>\n
The child, pity, covers him with his scarf and,<\/p>\n
sempre pi\u00f9 avvolto dalla magica atmosfera,<\/p>\n
understand deeply the meaning of the talk;<\/p>\n
recognizes, is moved, but, above all,<\/p>\n
feels closer to what I now consider a friend and,<\/p>\n
from the heart, tells him:<\/p>\n
“Caro Ges\u00f9 Bambino,<\/p>\n
Natale \u00e8 vicino, … ma quest\u2019anno sar\u00f2 io a farti un dono:<\/p>\n
ti regalo un calendario dell\u2019Avvento che ho riempito di suoni e di voci<\/p>\n
singing you, for you.<\/p>\n
It can open a window at a time<\/p>\n
and hear what everyone tells you.<\/p>\n
And I express the wish that these notes<\/p>\n
You can play as many soft coats:<\/p>\n
mantles gifts, suitable to your rank, full of lights, finally,<\/p>\n
scaccino le tenebre della presunzione e dell\u2019indifferenza.<\/p>\n
Many will warm the heart with this innocuous image of your presence;<\/p>\n
now feel the strength and justice of the King”.<\/p>\n
… Poich\u00e9 neppure nelle fiabe<\/p>\n
a message is repeated unnecessarily for ever,<\/p>\n
two children,<\/p>\n
finally,<\/p>\n
now playing and laughing…<\/p>\n
together!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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