a Jean Baptiste, p\u00ebrch\u00e8 i veuj sentla prest da la soa vos an s\u00ebl lagh \u00ebd Como, branch a soa sernia<\/p>\n
\u00cbL FIEUL DL’AZAR E DL’AVENTURA<\/p>\n
Mi n\u00eb peus gnente, i n\u00eb peus pr\u00f2pi gnente
\nse ‘l cheur am bat p\u00ebr na canson d’amor,
\nse, come ai temp cort\u00e8is dij trovador,
\np\u00f2so m\u00e8 onor
\nan s’j’ale ‘d cibib\u00ec ‘d doe man nossente.<\/p>\n
Mi son un fieul dl’Azar e dl’Aventura,
\nun moscheti\u00e9 gascon d\u00eb stil neuvsent:
\ncon un cheur d’\u00f2r e con j\u00eb spron d’argent,
\nle piume al vent
\ne na man an sla sp\u00e0, pronta e sicura.<\/p>\n
Mi n\u00eb peus gnente se la vita grama
\na s\u00ebmna la mia str\u00e0 \u2019d tanti nemis:
\nmi \u2019m sovagno la ponta dij barbis
\ncome Aramis
\ne j\u00eb sfido a \u2019ncrozi\u00e9 lama con lama.<\/p>\n
C\u00f2sa am n\u00eb f\u00e0-lo se ij marengh a sghijo
\nan fond al mar da le mie man for\u00e0!
\nIj dent \u00ebd p\u00e8rla dla mia an-namor\u00e0
\nNossgnor am d\u00e0:
\ntes\u00f2r ch’a splend tra doi l\u00e0ver ch’a rijo…<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
LA ST\u00c8ILA P\u00cbRZONERA<\/p>\n
Mi ‘m sento ant j’euj d\u00eb spluve ‘d marav\u00eca
\nquand lezo le prod\u00ebsse ‘d serta gent
\nche – arm\u00e0 ‘d lansa, ‘d fol\u00eca e ‘d sentiment –
\nmulin a vent
\ne gigant dij brass largh a confond\u00eca.<\/p>\n
E an s\u00ebl caval balsant dla fantas\u00eca
\ntav\u00f2ta i spron-o an mez a un b\u00f2sch lontan
\nan s\u00ebrcand le pian\u00e0 ‘d ninfe e ‘d sarvan
\nd’un mond pagan
\nch’an-masca, con s\u00f2 anciarm, l’\u00e0nima mia.<\/p>\n
Un mond ch’a esist mach pi p\u00ebr ij poeta
\nche al seugn ant\u00ecch ai dan un cheur novel.
\nUn mond che ij D\u00e9 fas\u00eco vn\u00ec pi bel
\ncaland dal ciel
\ntra fieuj e fije e reuse an gaudineta.<\/p>\n
Et\u00e0 spar\u00eca, st\u00e8ila p\u00ebrzonera
\nche ‘t l’has v\u00ebd\u00f9 la feuje dij giardin
\nfrisson\u00e9 dij frisson dij luminin
\ne dij basin
\nd’Amor an-namor\u00e0 d’una b\u00ebrgera.<\/p>\n
O et\u00e0 sacra a l’et\u00e8rna primavera
\nche t\u00eb sfiame ant l’azur \u00ebd rever\u00eca
\nsu dal tir\u00ecbol d’\u00f2r dla poes\u00eca:
\nla vita mia
\npud\u00eca bin nasse an ti, mas-cia e gueriera!<\/p>\n
Son n\u00e0 tr\u00f2p tard… Ma am f\u00e0 tant g\u00f2i sugnela,
\ncola mia vita, ant costa vita si
\ndoa batajand con j’\u00f2mbre i l’heu ‘l pias\u00ec
\n\u00ebd pod\u00e8j di:
\n“Oh, se i fussa mai n\u00e0 ‘nt l’et\u00e0 pi bela!”<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
\u00cbL CASTEL \u00cbD N\u00ccVOLE<\/p>\n
Ma, pofardiri, ch’a sia bela o bruta,
\ncosta mia vita a l’\u00e9 cola ch’a l’han dame.
\nE im la ten-o, viscand con le mie rame
\nun ros\u00e9 ‘d fiame
\nan sl’aut\u00e0r dla Vrit\u00e0, se ‘l Cel m’agiuta!<\/p>\n
Se gnun am capiss nen, ebin, passiensa.
\nAnt l’\u00c0utr Mond troverai na guarnizon
\n‘d sivali\u00e9 ‘d capa e sp\u00e0, ‘d vajant campion
\n‘d pica e spadon,
\nch’a saran fier \u00ebd f\u00e9 mia conossensa.<\/p>\n
Ancontrerai ant un castel \u00ebd n\u00ecvole
\nCyrano, D’Artagnan, Guerin Meschin,
\nRobin Hood, Ivanhoe, Orland latin
\ne ij paladin…
\nBeivrai conj lor, cantand da scars\u00e9 j’\u00ecvole.<\/p>\n
Salutrai Olivier \u00ebd Ronsisval
\nch’a batr\u00e0 soa man drita an s’na mia spala
\ne ch’am dir\u00e0: “M\u00e8 car n\u00ebvod, com v\u00e0-la?
\nIt l’has brandale
\nda valent\u00f2m la sp\u00e0 ‘d n\u00f2str ide\u00e0l”.<\/p>\n
E a sar\u00e0 ‘l premi dla mia vita scura,
\ntuta sbali\u00e0, ma tuta franca e onesta:
\nd’un ch’a l’ha mai vors\u00f9 chin\u00e9 la testa
\nsot la tempesta
\ne dij vorien l’ha mai av\u00e0 paura.<\/p>\n
L’ha mai av\u00e0 paura ‘d pagh\u00e9 car
\nl’amor dla Libert\u00e0, sorela ard\u00eca
\ndle binele Miseria e Poes\u00eca.
\nM\u00e0gica fija
\nche ant ij cav\u00e8j l’ha ‘l vent e ant j’euj \u00ebl mar…<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
\u00cbL VANGEL DIJ VAGABOND<\/p>\n
E, antant, vad al gal\u00f2p p\u00ebr mia str\u00e0 drita,
\nspronand m\u00e8 alzan, fotend ant ij fossaj
\n‘d ciuf \u00ebd morlach e ‘d barbe ‘d mostafaj
\nmoc\u00e0 dal taj
\n‘d m\u00e8 s\u00e0ber bened\u00ec da un ross armita:<\/p>\n
Fra Diavo, mez brigant e mez profeta,
\nche – svantand ant \u00ebl sol, drit su n’arbron,
\ns\u00f2 asp\u00e8rges corm \u00ebd branda e s\u00f2 trombon –
\ncon vos \u00ebd tron:
\n“Ave – am saluta, – o guerilier poeta!”<\/p>\n
Mi son un sivali\u00e9 sensa fortun-a
\nche a cor \u00ebl mond an m\u00ebssonand bataja:
\np\u00ebr arpozeme am basta un let \u00ebd paja
\n‘d na c\u00e0 sarvaja
\nantorni\u00e0 d’arsigneuj e ‘d ragg \u00ebd lun-a.<\/p>\n
L’era destin… Mi n\u00eb peus pr\u00f2pi gnente
\nse l’hai spos\u00e0 ‘l Vangel dij vagabond
\np\u00ebr cant\u00e9 ‘n sle miserie ‘d tut \u00ebl mond.
\nSe ant \u00ebl profond
\nl’hai una ni\u00e0 ‘d passion f\u00f2rte e violente
\nmi n\u00eb peus gnente, i n\u00eb peus pr\u00f2pi gnente!<\/p>\n
(1936)<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
\u00cbl t\u00ectol complet \u00ebd cost componiment, che bin a descriv l\u00eb spirit d’Oliv\u00e9, a l’\u00e9 Sirvent\u00e8isa d\u00ebl n\u00ebvod d’Olivier \u00ebd Ronsisval e dij s\u00f2 glorios magister sivali\u00e9 ant\u00ecch e modern con \u00ebd barbis e ‘d barbar\u00f2t \u00ebd brusab\u00e8ch<\/em>. A l’\u00e9 gav\u00e0 da Romanz\u00ece<\/em>, Turin, Ca d\u00eb Studi Piemont\u00e8is, 1983, pp. 3-8.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" a Jean Baptiste, p\u00ebrch\u00e8 i veuj sentla prest da la soa vos an s\u00ebl lagh \u00ebd Como, branch a soa sernia<\/p>\n \u00cbL FIEUL DL’AZAR E DL’AVENTURA<\/p>\n Mi n\u00eb peus gnente, i n\u00eb peus pr\u00f2pi gnente Mi son un fieul dl’Azar e dl’Aventura, Mi n\u00eb peus gnente se la vita grama C\u00f2sa am n\u00eb f\u00e0-lo se ij marengh a sghijo *<\/p>\n LA ST\u00c8ILA P\u00cbRZONERA<\/p>\n
se ‘l cheur am bat p\u00ebr na canson d’amor,
se, come ai temp cort\u00e8is dij trovador,
p\u00f2so m\u00e8 onor
an s’j’ale ‘d cibib\u00ec ‘d doe man nossente.<\/p>\n
un moscheti\u00e9 gascon d\u00eb stil neuvsent:
con un cheur d’\u00f2r e con j\u00eb spron d’argent,
le piume al vent
e na man an sla sp\u00e0, pronta e sicura.<\/p>\n
a s\u00ebmna la mia str\u00e0 \u2019d tanti nemis:
mi \u2019m sovagno la ponta dij barbis
come Aramis
e j\u00eb sfido a \u2019ncrozi\u00e9 lama con lama.<\/p>\n
an fond al mar da le mie man for\u00e0!
Ij dent \u00ebd p\u00e8rla dla mia an-namor\u00e0
Nossgnor am d\u00e0:
tes\u00f2r ch’a splend tra doi l\u00e0ver ch’a rijo…<\/p>\n