Va a sav\u00e8j p\u00ebrch\u00e8 i fussa ant ij pra, cola s\u00e8ira.
\nA peul esse ch’i fussa lassam robat\u00e9, mass\u00e0 ‘d sol,
\ne ch’i f\u00e8issa ‘l gueri\u00e9 moribond. Gi\u00e0, \u00ebl fieul an col temp
\na andas\u00eca p\u00ebr cole colin-e a s\u00ebrch\u00e9 dij bisont
\ne a tirava le flece ambianc\u00e0 e a ambrancava la lansa.
\nCola s\u00e8ira ch’i j’era da bin tato\u00e0 con ij color \u00ebd la gu\u00e8ra,
\nl’aria fr\u00ebsca e la medica \u00ebdc\u00f2 vlut\u00e0 e profonda,
\nsprici\u00e0 ‘d fior ross e gris e le n\u00ecvole e ‘l cel
\nas viscavo ‘n mes a le gambe dle fior, bin, \u00ebl fieul arvers\u00e0
\nche a la vila a sent\u00eca laudelo, a vardava col cel.
\nMa ‘l tramont a stord\u00eca. S\u00ec, motoben m\u00e8j sar\u00e9 j’euj
\nmach p\u00ebr g\u00f2dse cola erba pist\u00e0 ch’a strenz\u00eca come aqua.<\/p>\n
Ant un moment chi ch’am riva? Na vos, dal sol cheuita:
\n\u00ebl padron \u00ebd col pra, un nemis \u00ebd la ca,
\nche a j’era f\u00ebrmasse a v\u00ebdde ‘l p\u00ebrtus ant\u00e9 ch’i j’era fong\u00e0,
\nam con\u00f2ss p\u00ebr \u00ebl fieul \u00ebd la vila e am dis anrabi\u00e0
\n\u00ebd guast\u00e9 r\u00f2ba mia, ch’i pod\u00eca, e ‘d laveme la facia.
\nI son saut\u00e0 mes da l’erba e rest\u00e0, pogi\u00e0 ‘l man,
\na vard\u00e9 cola ghigna ambrut\u00eca. I lo dij, t\u00ebrmolava.<\/p>\n
\u00d2h che bela ocasion p\u00ebr na flecia ant l\u00eb st\u00f2mi ‘d col \u00f2m!
\nMa se ‘l fieul a l’\u00e9 nen dimostrass coragios, mi i m’ilud \u00ebd pens\u00e9
\nch’a sia st\u00e0it tut p\u00ebr l’aria ‘d comand ch’a l’avia col \u00f2mo.
\nMi che \u00ebdc\u00f2 ancheuj im ilud d’esse n’\u00f2m f\u00f2rt e ferm
\ni son and\u00e0it via, cola s\u00e8ira, bin ciuto, an sarand ant ij pugn cole flece
\nb\u00ebrbotand, e i criava par\u00f2le d’er\u00f2e moribond.
\nA peul esse ch’a sia st\u00e0ita onta dnans a l\u00eb sguard grev
\n\u00ebd chi ch’a l’avr\u00eca podume patl\u00e9. O pit\u00f2st la v\u00ebrg\u00f2gna
\ncome quandi ch’as passa rijend dzora ai p\u00e9 d’un camalo.
\nI l’hai ‘l teror ch’a sia st\u00e0ita pa\u00f9ra, per\u00f2. P\u00ebr scap\u00e9 i son scap\u00e0.
\nE, \u00ebd neuit, ij mordijon al cussin e le larme
\na l’han vempime la boca d\u00ebl gust m\u00e8r d\u00ebl sangh.<\/p>\n
L’\u00f2m a l’\u00e9 m\u00f2rt. La medica a l’\u00e9 st\u00e0ita erpi\u00e0 e ranc\u00e0;
\nim vegh motobin ci\u00e0ir \u00ebl pra l\u00ec d\u00eb dnans, per\u00f2
\ne, curios, i marc e im parl, ferm e f\u00f2rt
\ncome l’\u00f2m cheuit dal sol a l’ha parl\u00e0 cola s\u00e8ira.<\/p>\n
Cesare Pavese, vir\u00e0 an lenga mare da Gioanin Davico<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Va a sav\u00e8j p\u00ebrch\u00e8 i fussa ant ij pra, cola s\u00e8ira.
A peul esse ch’i fussa lassam robat\u00e9, mass\u00e0 ‘d sol,
e ch’i f\u00e8issa ‘l gueri\u00e9 moribond. Gi\u00e0, \u00ebl fieul an col temp
a andas\u00eca p\u00ebr cole colin-e a s\u00ebrch\u00e9 dij bisont
e a tirava le flece ambianc\u00e0 e a ambrancava la lansa.
Cola s\u00e8ira ch’i j’era da bin tato\u00e0 con ij color \u00ebd la gu\u00e8ra,
l’aria fr\u00ebsca e la medica \u00ebdc\u00f2 vlut\u00e0 e profonda,
sprici\u00e0 ‘d fior ross e gris e le n\u00ecvole e ‘l cel
as viscavo ‘n mes a le gambe dle fior, bin, \u00ebl fieul arvers\u00e0
che a la vila a sent\u00eca laudelo, a vardava col cel.
Ma ‘l tramont a stord\u00eca. S\u00ec, motoben m\u00e8j sar\u00e9 j’euj
mach p\u00ebr g\u00f2dse cola erba pist\u00e0 ch’a strenz\u00eca come aqua.<\/p>\n