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S.O.S. Italic IDENTITY series

THE PAST IS THE HOUSE OF SECRETS THAT CAN MAKE US SURVIVE.
The present needs the past as the tree its roots.
ANY ERA OBLIVIOUS OF ITS ORIGINS AND OF THE TRANSMISSION OF ITS OWN IDENTITY HAS NO FUTURE.

The world has come to a crossroads where many comfortable avenues lead to extinction and few arduous paths to the continuation of the species. This happens because technological civilization has wiped out the old world, forgetting to inherit its wisdom, knowledge, identities and values and to pass them on to the new world currently set out on a road of which it ignores both the start and the destination. Human beings, disoriented and lost, need to find their journey’s coordinates on earth and, to do so, they have only one alternative: become aware of the already trodden route, orient themselves and understand where they are and where they are headed. They must turn to the past, learn from its mistakes and appropriate the secrets necessary to find centuries rather than years waiting for future generations. They need to know who they are in order to decide who they will be, but they can’t do that unless they first find out who they were. They need to know where they come from, to understand where to go and how to avoid extinction. Human beings must rediscover their identity and roots, in order to advance in the direction that guarantees the continuation of the species. All this has become almost impossible, because the OLD GENERATIONS NO MORE TRANSMIT THE KNOWLEDGE TO THE NEW ONES, WHO GROW WITHOUT ROOTS. This way young people, teenagers and children totally ignore the ways of survival followed and tamed by their ancestors and have no way of appropriating the missing link between the chain of their time and the one of the past time. This is the reason why S.O.S. Roots was born, has started collecting lost identities and saving them from oblivion by using books as a safe for those who are the roots of the new generations.

THE LITERARY WORK THAT FOLLOWS CONTAINS THE SECRETS BELONGING TO THE communities swarming in the rural and urban realities of the far south of Italy in the early twentieth century. They were collected in the autarchic peasant civilization, before its disappearance stole them from the light of knowledge and buried them in eternal oblivion, together with all the unspeakable human riches never handed down and delivered to the black hole of devouring nothingness instead.

It is a work that saves and passes on the knowledge and identity of one of those human genies who tamed the inviolate secrets of life and death with the constant straightness of coherent steps and with the indomitable beating of their heart as reliable and faithful as the repetition of seasons and tides. It is titled ANGELI IN KINOCCHIO (La saga del popolo messapico) and is a work in four volumes which tells of people who “have accomplished gestures as simple and true as the footprints of values that over time have handed down the deeds through all the heroic eras of those who preceded and connected human beings forever to their roots”. It is a work set in Italy, on Mount Pollino’s Lucanian slopes, and is an out-and-out dossier of absolutely inedited life, extraordinarily rich in customs unknown to the world and in shocking secrets and grandiose revelations. The extraordinary characters, at times similar to the indestructible schists of the landscape in which they live and at times as defenseless and vulnerable as children, are custodians of authentic ancient knowledge’s treasures, lost wisdom and mysteries capable of commanding the forces of nature. The common denominator between all the remote hovels and the communities hidden in the meanders of the mountain is the wind, the historical and immortal messenger of joy and pain, seasonal transhumances, sowing’s smoking furrows, harvest’s choirs, threshing’s songs, colorful wedding ceremonial processions, solidarity exchanges between callouses and sweat, serenades under the beloved’s window as of the unstoppable, intense and dramatic life of those who feel “egg among the stones”. The wind is the voice of the news that passes from mountain to mountain, house to house, mind to mind, heart to heart. It is the harbinger of love and freedom. There is an epic love story, in each volume of Angeli in ginocchio (La saga del popolo messapico), along with the beating heart of the past that, having fled forever, asks this particular saga to guard the immeasurable teachings of lost lives in its pages.

The precious message that oozes from this saga is the following: the present needs the past as a tree its roots and any era which forgets its origins and misses to pass its identity on will have no future.

 

S.O.S. Italic IDENTITY NOVELS series

Angeli in ginocchio (la saga del popolo messapico)

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KNEELING ANGELS

(the Messapian population’s saga)

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Title: Pilgrim in the trail of faraway roots’ footsteps, the author draws countless maps, with her own footsteps, from the Indus valley to Anatolia, from Troad to Siritide, from the enotria finds of the ancient Monte Chiaro, lapped by the waters of the Sinni river, to the dormant riches of archaeological finds, still waiting in ancient Noia’s maternal territory bowels along the Sarmentum banks. Finally, she reaches up to mount Pollino’s populations antique beliefs, in which the laid out table was surrounded by kneeling Angels who prayed so no one would choke by swallowing with hunger the food, “God’s grace”, the fruit of hardships and of precious undisputed and constant solidarity exchange.


Genre: This is a literary work in four interconnected yet autonomous volumes. It was born not precisely only from the literary genius and imagination, as the author pursued the call of ancient languages, such as the local vernacular, the Turkish language and even the Urdu one, to seek the distant shadow of the kinship that the passage of each population leaves in the environment as in the remote glottological folds. It resonates with exotic Italic typicality, while looking at myth and protohistory, in the volumes Eliade and Egea, at history, in the volume *Angela (Gli eredi dei Messapi), and at cathartic analysis, in the meditating existential research of the Virgilia (Gli eredi del cavaliere che volle erba per sette cavalli) volume and in its troubled technological time. This literary work wants to steal ancient cultures from oblivion and propose them to those who pursue the search and recovery of roots and identities in continuous flight in the face of the indiscriminate attack of looming social turning points whose overlapping the past did not see in millennia and of events that threaten human survival.


Style: The refined, emotional, dreamy, lyrical and quality style of this author’s other works, here becomes high literature inhabited by a strong epos, which breaks into human soul’s movements wise analysis and fragments into irrepressible “gattopardiano” fatalism. The language, faithful to the literary, historical and narrative plot, does not fall into the dissonant entropy in which the Homeric characters would make one shudder, if they would paraphrase the contemporary media characters. The target of this work is universal, since universal is its message: human beings must look to the past, because only knowing who they have been can they understand who they are and plan who they will be or, better, “who they want to become”.


Contents / message: Between two rivers is the Sarmentum valley, which has given homes, pastures, hunting territories and abundant provisions of all kinds to the lineage of the Sarmentan Messapians, who have chosen it in memory of the valley where other two rivers framed the mythical Troy. This work immortalizes, in volume 1, the life and traditions of the communities clinging to the buttresses of the Lucanian Mount Pollino, revealing, through the epic love of two characters of the twentieth century, their remote and immediate identity and overshadowing the design of a protohistoric “dacanting”. In volume 2, it reveals the secret of the warriors who came to the mountains with boats and oars on horses worthy of the king of the gods and tells of the first Messapian-Sarmentan king, his legendary wife and their fatal love. It fulfills the cathartic introspection of all the sections in the physical and ascetic journeys of the tormented protagonist of volume 3. It tells, in volume 4, the legendary story of the great queen whose destiny flung her scepter between Messapians and Iapigians; describes her dramatic connection with the great warrior who asked grass for seven horses and reveals the ramifications and the conclusion of Messapian history.

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KNEELING ANGELS
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ANGELA
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This first novel of the saga, referable to the time of the Second World War, is set in the rural areas of the mount Pollino’s Lucanian slopes and in the Sarmentum valley. It narrates the sufferings of those who pray for their relatives, who fight at the war front while fighting their own war for survival against the forces of nature and, often, against the thumb down of local power. It describes the vicissitudes through which Angela meets and marries Gaetano, the separating lacerations of war and the invisible ones of the heart, the dangers hidden in the sunrises and sunsets of the most starry sky in the world, the risks and the arcane of dense mysteries. It is a novel of eternal values and tragic passions but also of perceptions connected with other lives – other times in the same places. It is the song of life and death and of an all-Mediterranean legacy of the fatal resignation of the peasant who feels like an “egg among the stones” and who becomes the symbol of a South on his knees. It is also a monument to the irreversible and grandiose epochal turning points of the post-war period, which overwhelmed humble and extraordinary characters such as Angela and Gaetano and, at the same time, counted them among its unstoppable leavening ferments. It is many, many things that cannot be summarized in a few lines, but, first and foremost and without any doubt, it is a monument to the unfathomable abysses of love that escapes the human being and yet imbues his every cell and every breath. Meanwhile, the reader is devoured by an anxious curiosity. Paradoxical threats creep in the shadows. Will Angela be saved? Who will pay tribute to the insidious dangers hidden in the solemn snow of a windy night and who will escape the unchallenged ferocity that knows how to lurk in the bowels of nature? Who will see spring return and hear the cuckoo song again? Shall Angela and her loved ones resist the “sharp north wind” of nature and of life, cauterizing the cuts of the cold cry of visible and hidden “severe weather”? Shall her beloved survive the war? Shall he still be “him” if he’ll be back to her? Shall she still be there to welcome him? Many a question are the thorny vademecum of this reading, for those were uncertain times when life and death were sides of the same coin called day.

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(published, with title “Il destino ti abita in 2007 by Eurapress&Todariana)

KNEELING ANGELS
(the messapian population’s saga)
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ELIADE
(Priam’s heirs)

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This second volume of the saga originates from the Troy of myth and develops on the protohistoric traces provided by archeology and by the “seeds of the wind” that pollinate the millenary linguistic overlaps. It tells of Messapian people’s epic, of the foundation of Egea (future Siris), of the dichotomy of Messapians and of the journey of half of it to the Sarmentum valley that will see the birth of the Messapian Sarmentan lineage. Love, however, is the impalpable yet almost tangible protagonist, epic love, unstoppable like hurricanes and capable of overwhelming the lives of adults, the love between Cheones and Eliade, the creature of legendary beauty whose spell is impossible to escape. Tragedy, the flicker of war clamor and valor are the Homeric narrative frame that runs on the progress of action in the outer world as in the breathtaking one of the dark inner depths and in the merciless war between the infidelities of instinct and the fidelity of heart so abysmal as to become lethal. The unknown, mysterious and unique situations, places, rituals and events of the Messapian-Sarmentan people fill the pages of this section, but, once again, it is love that towers over winners and losers like a heroic catastrophe, on the torrential roar of the great river, on the valley that recalls another distant valley and on the dark night quilted with dancing little lights at which little Aegea claps her hands with joy. The reader’s anxiety is irrepressible, for uncertain were the fates of even the great at the time when the gods could grab at random the thoughts of humans and turn the most nefarious ones into facts; therefore, as they scroll through the pages, they cannot help but ask themselves many questions. What visible and invisible dangers threaten the beautiful Eliade? What spells gather inside and outside of Cheones? What arcane forces are plotting against the royal couple? What will happen on a specific fateful moonlit night?

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On the cover: ruins of ancient Troy / the walls from the top, wide enough to be patrolled by warriors in the fatal war of myth (Photo by the author) -

KNEELING ANGELS
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VIRGILIA
(The heirs of the knight who wanted grass for seven horses)

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The third volume is set in the modern era and tells of the journey that Angela’s daughter begins, inside and out, by virtue of the legacy of the mysterious words spoken by her dying mother. Virgilia seems to be zigzagging at random, with real incursions, in the dialogues and in the life of the people of the Pollino slopes and of the Sarmentum valley, in childhood memories as in worldwide and spiritual latitudes, in search of communicating doors between her mother’s life and another dimension glimpsed in visions to which she seeks confirmation and to which, at the same time, she is unable to give defined outlines. The feeling that guides her warns her against a recurring dream. Virgilia’s torment arises from the seduction of total harmony, from her inaction in the material and spiritual life, from the lack of certainty of the fidelity of her loved one and from something that comes from much further away and that has to do with disconcerting mental images. The end is not new to her but … plays with the lights and shadows of the timeless, abysmal, blinding, irrepressible, inimitable and shadowless love that inhabits Virgilia and tears her without respite, since time immemorial, with rebus, needles and thorns interspersed to crucibles of brilliance that come from sidereal abysses, perhaps fatal. This novel is actuality and legend, reality and dream and the tormenting expectation of something that seems unobtainable, because it lives in that indefinable indefinite place that digs in her soul caves full of pain and joy similarly lacerating. It is a challenge for readers, a gymnasium between contrasting sensations and pages that seem random, in which, like the paw of the lion, fiction and poetry mix, metaphors flash and ignite questions about equally shattering spurs and balms. Reading rises and falls, in the mind, heart and breath, as hives of questions chase each other. What is Virgilia really looking for? What affects her soul and pushes her to cross geographical and mental boundaries? Where do the unfathomable mysteries of unacknowledged torment arise? What alchemy pushes her to merge with mountains and skies and to chase the end that the reader does not expect?

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KNEELING ANGELS
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EGEA
(and the vanquished subjected the winner)

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Egea is the novel in which the serial pulls the oars in the boat, brings to fruition all the dowels set up during the long literary journey of the entire saga. Everything finds its conclusion, in this last section, and even the linguistic relationships of characters and places see the signs that have appeared here and there blossom and flourish, as if by chance. Little Egea, daughter of Eliade and Cheones, inherits the throne at an early age and immediately shows that she has the innate scepter that does not come from man. Everything about her is extraordinary, from the beauty to the hardworking and faithful humility with which she mixes with her people and makes their vestiges great. Secret is the identity of the one who will win her heart. Difficult are the tests with which he will astonish people near and far. Phantasmagoric scenographies, tensions and great risks are the setting for the limitless enterprises of Egea, this female character who has no equal in known time. There are countless choirs that immortalize her multiple genius and unequal grandeur, both haughty and humble at the same time. Wonders never seen by the human eye, grandiose and unspeakable things happen around Egea, whose admirable and regal abilities stabilize the uncertain balance between populations accustomed to transforming the handshake into a challenge to the last blood. The great queen of undisputed prestige and blinding charm, who unites belligerent populations under the same scepter, conquers the reader and insinuates an uncontrollable and ambiguous rogue anxiety into his heart. What is it that from the greatness of the character throws that certain annoying discomfort to the reader? Where does originate the sneaky perception that, at a certain point in the novel, begins to take shape? What creeping pitfalls are looming in Egea’s life and make the goosebumps and anxiety pass from her heart to the reader? What are the unequal conflicts that Egea keeps in perfect balance in three realms? What is the conflict that requires grazing light and incorruptible courage and that takes place inside her heart? Shall she finally triumph, refulgent like an undisputed dawn, this heroin whose aura of mystery envelops her kingdoms, their valleys, the swarming of all their creatures and even their sky? What shall give even the wind an horizon-sized shiver and freeze life in an awaited present merged with a past that fades into the future? There are many emotions that await the reader and many mysteries that he will have to unravel.

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FIRST EDITION TITLED  Nassiriya Grandmother ( 2005- Eurapress&Todariana )

DREAMS HAVE NO HOMELAND

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Title: The title of this small book with a cinematographic vocation contains the synthesis of its literary “identity” and its contents.

Genre: This short work arises from the uninterrupted drive of the urgent and tidal narrative typical of the instant book, but contains

passes through which the reader accesses the oases of ancient knowledge and its paths tuned to atmospheric precipitation, climate, seasons and the autogenous breath of sovereign nature.

Style: The intense and almost dreamlike style in his lyricism flows like a river in flood between the banks of the real novel and those of the story in the story that is its moving heart

Contents / message: The contents start from the massacre of the Italian soldiers stationed in Iraq in 2003, run through the memories barricaded in the ancient memory of the protagonist and lead to an epilogue in harmony with the infinite and with eternal harmony. Everything hinges on a unique character, who acts as a database of the now vanished world in which the essential values of life inhabited simple souls in perfect harmony with nature. The resulting messages have as many levels of reading as the reader’s sensitivity can contain.

It is true that this story recalls a collective Italian drama, linked, alas, to infinite other world dramas, and which describes feelings that everyone is able to recall from the unconscious, where, surely, they have deposited and settled more or less unconsciously . However, it is also true that the massacre of the Italian military is only the triggering cause, from which the novel was born, and the painful frame within which the narrative tension develops the literary design of its unforgettable content.

The narrative of this one-of-a-kind story glides gradually and smoothly to an epilogue beyond history, where the banners of darkness fade and vanish in the light of hope.

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