| | " ... And around us the fear and the complicity of a people. The people who despised by royal officials and treacherous Piedmont felt strong on the skin that we were denied all rights, the dignity of men. And who could avenge them if not us, sharing the same fate? We peasants, no longer willing to bow their heads. Violated, as the grass by the hooves of the horses, we walked avenged. Many, many of illusero we can use for revolutions. Their revolutions. But freedom is not to change masters. It is not abstract and empty word. You say without fear, mine, and feel strong ownership of something, starting from the soul. You live what you love. Strong wind and impetuous, reborn in every generation. So it was, and always will be so ... " |
| | ( Carmine Crocco ) |
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