Epilogue
Montevecchio, August 1963.
The red woodpeckers drummed the trees. The intoxicating scent of the rosemary had already overpowered brooms and mimosas.
The cypresses had a solemn air; they shaded almost in full the cemetery. Their sharp outlines were engraved on the dust whitish. It seemed you/they had left of intention a pezzuola of light in an only grave. A small lead sculpture had abandoned to the feet of the headstone: a rosebud canine worked by the hands of an artist. The rose, hurt by the sun, it bled reflexes of light. There was nearby a kept letter rolled up with a gilded ribbon, you/he/she was written by hand.
Dear dads, are your daughter Lucy. It is the first time that the possibility has to come to find you; excuse if I have not done before never him. I have known his/her grandfather and, despite what has done, a good person seems me that has paid for his/her error. I want you so much good dad, because his/her mother has told me that were a special person. A man with a great heart and always ready to help the others. I believe that you would not have appreciated any simple flowers or at least I believe that they were not your passion. I have chosen to give you a lead rose. You loved the mines! The gift is seemed me that could like more you. You know, Emilio has carved her to do a favor to grandfather Pietro. Caress her/it and he/she thinks that Emilio has killed because you/he/she has been deceived. Forgive him/it! Caress her/it and he/she thinks about his/her mother, that has never wanted to know of it of other men. Caress her/it and thinks about me dad! You always hold with you my rose and wait me, because it is the pawn of the promise that I am busy you: when we will meet there I will take the rose and from up there I will scatter in all Montevecchio his" lead petals."
Three people went out to braccetto of the cemetery. They were Pietro, Geneva and Lucy. They cried.
Thanks
The people to be thanked after this first work of mine would be endless, I choose therefore to quote only those toward which I feel me debtor.
In primis, I thank my wife and my daughter, that have allowed me to write, to read and to wander for mines looking for sprouts without never making to weigh me the stolen time to them.
I thank my father and my mother, always ready to give me support and to concretely help me in all the aspects of the daily paper. I thank my family, all and anybody excluded.
I thank my agent literary David Roccetti, prodigal of suggestions and extraordinary expert of the publishing world.
I thank my friend and colleague Giampietro Ortu, a well without fund of knowledges on the Sardinian traditions, from which I have continually drawn for this novel.
I thank the tourist guides of the communes of Montevecchio, Guspini, Arbus, Carbonia and Iglesias for their great competence and availability. Thanks to them, you/he/she has been me permitted to also exploit some extra material in comparison to the usual standard of the driven visits.
I thank the teachers Anna Paola, Gianna, Angela and professor Luigi Perrotta, that since when I was child you/they have taught me to love the literature, encouraging me and pushing my great passion to cultivate me for the writing.
For last, but not certain in order of importance, I thank the publisher Stefania Lovati and the whole Zerounoudici editions. Without their seriousness and shiny rashness in to bet on the authors debutantes," lead Petals" you/he/she would have remained to decay in the hard disk of my computer and, I wish me both the thought of many after having read this book, would have been a sin.
The author
Giovanni David Piras was born in 1981 to Oristano.
Gotten married and father of a child, resides to Terralba. Graduated technician surveyor, university worker-student, currently busy in the field of the housebuilding. Great impassioned of literature, from years it participates in courses of creative writing, laboratories and seminars on the various aspects of the novel. Lead petals it is his/her novel of debut.
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