"Dalla finestrella"

"From the window"
Mixed media on canvas
50 x 70 cm
2016
author: Gianluca Cosenza

From the window I saw the first flakes of snow fall on a cold January day, my mother near the stove was busy in preparing the soup warm for that day would have fed, I was sad leaning cheek to the glass of the window and looked shabby snow fall, the snow was beautiful to see, but that day I was sad, my brother had gone up early with a train that would take him to a distant country, a country called Russia..un country of which I did not know even the esistenza..ero sad that cold January day leaning against the glass of the window ... I had lost my bard games, the one that I lit on the tactics of the most enjoyable pastimes and gave me the tips on how not to make me never cheat vita..avevo in ten years that January morning when I saw for the last time my older brother leave home to go.
I remember that for a long time, I asked my mother when she would return my brother, but my mother never gave me an answer precisa..mi said only that he had things very difficult to do and that it would take a long time but have sbrigarle confidence because sooner or later he would return.
After a long time I returned a cold January morning in the old and abandoned house in the street, it was snowing that morning, appoggiatomi with the stick at the door stood a moment to think ... my brother had not returned, he remained in Russia, because things were to attend many and it would take still a long time to finish them, but I still expect, this morning it started to snow, and an elderly lady who lives in the nearby cove kindly offered me a good soup calda..cosi I can sit down the window to see the snow fall ..