Alla terra i miei occhi (To the Earth My Eyes) by Mauro Liggi is a book about resilience, a journey into fragility, into grief that does not erase the wonder of the mystery of life. In the darkness of loss, love, carnal love, is the answer to death. The soul is full of wonder, powerless but not resigned to unhappiness, to the scars of the world to which it claims to be a stranger despite inhabiting it fully. The soul always finds a path to beauty, in the little things around us, in open spaces of hope. A book in which one perceives the expressive urgency, in content and style, dry, rough, concise but no less exhaustive. Fall and redemption, rebellion and supplication, pass through the same eye of the needle, the act of going and returning daily unites the incessant wandering.
‘Mauro Liggi’s poetry is made of stone, but also of myrtle, salt, lava and every natural element without dilution’ (from the preface by Anna Segre).
