Lupa and I a story to tell

Di Giorgio Caporali

English translation from the italian book "As if they were all the years of our life", on the casual encounter of a man and a dog which happened on the mountains of Polino "on a cold January morning, up there, where the summit of the mountain invites the eyes to a panoramic view of the great valley that unrolls its meadows until it reaches the Apennines." (From the preface by Loretta Santini)

• Lingua: Italiano
• Editore: Bertoni editore
• Data di uscita: 5 mar 2021
• ISBN: 9791220279567

Anteprima del libro

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LITERARY CONTEST

Fiction:

2010 International Literary Competition Saint Valentine Award 4th place with the work: A man and his dog

2011 International Literary Competition Prader Willy finalist with the work: Sitting on the ground

2011 International Literary Competition Saint Valentine Award 2nd place with the work: Fil Rouge

2012 International Literary Competition Prader Willy 2nd place with the work: The moon in the basket

2014 National Literary Competition Fara Editore Publish with us 5th place with the tales: The leap into the dark and Carrots and potatoes

2014 National Literary Award: My Story finalist with the work Her breath on my skin

2015 National Literary Award Prettily 8th place with the work: The last chirp at dusk

Tales:

2010 National Literary Competition Special childhood finalist with the work: Teodoro and the with rabbit

2011 National Literary Competition Special childhood finalist with the work: Little cricket and his violin

Publications Bertoni Editore:

2016 The moon in the basket

2017 From the quiet of the Oort cloud

Cover:

Photo reworked from the original by Marco Barcarotti

Fiction:

2010 International Literary Competition Saint Valentine Award 4th place with the work: A man and his dog

2011 International Literary Competition Prader Willy finalist with the work: Sitting on the ground

2011 International Literary Competition Saint Valentine Award 2nd place with the work: Fil Rouge

2012 International Literary Competition Prader Willy 2nd place with the work: The moon in the basket

2014 National Literary Competition Fara Editore Publish with us 5th place with the tales: The leap into the dark and Carrots and potatoes

2014 National Literary Award: My Story finalist with the work Her breath on my skin

2015 National Literary Award Prettily 8th place with the work: The last chirp at dusk

Tales:

2010 National Literary Competition Special childhood finalist with the work: Teodoro and the with rabbit

2011 National Literary Competition Special childhood finalist with the work: Little cricket and his violin

Publications Bertoni Editore:

2016 The moon in the basket

2017 From the quiet of the Oort cloud

Cover:

Photo reworked from the original by Marco Barcarotti

To Lupa, my loved friend

In open field we go

man and dog

Pablo Neruda

Franco, thanks

Translation Manuela Vetromile

Franco Caporali

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I did not know Lupa. I did know Giorgio’s love for Lupa. Intense, full, complete. I felt this love by his words, by his eyes which lit up when he was telling about his life with her. I felt it mainly through this book that tells of the casual encounter between a man and a dog, both certainly unaware but almost predestined for the impulse that was in them and that, somehow, had placed them face to face on a cold January morning, up there, where the summit of the mountain invites the eyes to a panoramic view of the great valley that unrolls its meadows until it reaches the Apennines. An encounter that has turned into a life together, so long as it is the life of a dog, therefore, too short compared to the life of a man. Giorgio, however, has lived during those years, as if they were all the years of our lives so much immediate and intense their friendship was. Giorgio and Lupa were life companions, or to say it better a pack for many happy years. As the author says: We were happy together, Lupa and I. Many happy years full of adventures, outdoor walks, and experiences. Then suddenly the old age; sad and painful was the time when the dog illness manifested itself as well as her death. It was above all devastating because Giorgio believed that Lupa was a mythological hero who would not have known the fatal point. This story of a life, this story of a friendship between a man and a dog, is like hundreds of thousands of other stories. Whoever loves dogs knows how much love they are capable of and knows the strong relation that might arise between us and them. I am one of them. I loved my dogs, I rejoiced with them, and I cried inconsolably upon their deaths. Giorgio’s book and the story of his life with Lupa is therefore a narration shared by many of us who have deeply loved our animals. But in Giorgio’s book there is something more. There is, first of all, the ability to pass on the love he had felt, the ability to say the words that everyone would have wanted to say to his animal friends, to express the depth of feeling that had united him with Lupa, to make palpable and alive the symbiosis of affections that had united man and dog. He does it with a narrative that is often a fresco; vivid and intense as the colors of the Rainbow Bridge between Earth and Heaven, that a poign ant Indian legend imagines crossed by our dear animals when they leave us lonely and folded up in our sorrow and clinging to the memories of our short and long life together.

Loretta Santini

In the moment we decide to tell a part of our life, a veil, a feeling of sadness seems to envelop us, perhaps because that important part of our existence has passed, perhaps because those years were lived as if they were all the years of our life. There are moments when I feel the need to review some pictures, slide them between my hands, let me go to the emotion of those fragments of life that they represent and hear their voice; a photo first, then a second one and so they follow one another to repeat that story, that experience which is now behind me. Those images, that I cherish, are imprinted not only on the paper, but in my deepest, along with others that the eye of the camera was not able to stop, but my soul did. I would try to leave to words the task of telling that path of life, to be able to enclose it in a few pages, from which free the voice