ABOUT ME ... I copy below the reviews of the most interesting that I received after reading and presentation of the book ... post your own comment, I'd like to know your opinion!
"Yet I will try my lyre" is the collection of mature and sincere a poet who is read with delight and that affects the soul. It is poetry, this, that is rooted in the longing and anguish of living in a society that draws its inspiration finally uplifting spiritual values. In the torment of the spirit eager to take on the power lines clear and vibrant voice of conscience which, translated in part, accurately highlighting the suffering and pain, all in a setting of warm and touching humanity. For all this, Fabiana is a genuine and remarkable artist of the pen with the soul of a poet, whose sincere impulse of feeling and abandon the dream happily revive the veins of his lyrics gives them deep tones and exciting, and when traces memories of childhood, when both captures the charm of infinity itself.
(Olena)
the Fabiana's book 'I read, I liked it very much, I prefer those works of fiction stories that describe experiences where every story is told with no helmet, and with particular emotional participation by the author' s ..! (Second I must take this aspect, it must "take", or "flow", some "mysterious" empathy between (from) and writer (a) player ..! ) .. Apart from the 'originality of good title (with the current times .. "I do not have a' €" was also very good news ..! ;-) At the first warning that made me suspect there was a deep down a few tricks, as I later found pleasingly, the work of Fabiana, I was involved in both the storyline of the stories, like the elegant form, literary style, sometimes .. wisely, carefully researched, which have been described: it seems also very "Psychological" the Fabiana! (I really loved Gesualdo Bufalino, a writer who was particularly attentive to the expressive style) ... ... ... ... .. Then the 'Voyage of the idea, (the beginning, the goal, the return, as understood as a search of the lira, almost a symbolic Grail) is it like traveling to the 'fact, interior, has always fascinated me .. and for 'just me of engaging in a couple of citazioncelle about it, a learned and laid the case of Sant' Agostino, who maintains that the world is pretty much like a book and those who do not travel, or the 'soul or the body, of that book you just read the title or at most a single page .. and more prosaically, one of Pessoa, so the real secret of a journey, not so much discovered lands, as whoever that journey 's made, the traveler ..
(Roberto)
On February 12, 2011 asylum "Stellina Stella", in Soperga 20, Professor Sarcuno presented its latest creation, a book of poetry "YET I will try my lyre." The cheerful and colorful environment
salon asylum had posted the photos on the walls of art by Adriana
Covini and some drawings of the students of prof. Sarcuno that included some poems.
reading poetry, carried by twelve boys Mrs. Emma Venturini, was accompanied by the music of background of Paul Walker and poetic images. Fabiana
Sarcuno with great sensitivity and lyricism can communicate through the poems, his inner journey in search of Lira. Following the readings were offered a reception with drinks, crisps, cakes and pastries.
The event was enjoyable and instructive, but we did not expect that our own prof. had a hidden talent for poetry.
(Valentina S. C. and Matilda)
The lesson of the classics seems to translate for you in a specific mode of literary expression; more, on the basis of our friendship still relatively "young" but assiduous, dare I say it is almost a "habit existential" a style, an ideal of life (remember the reference to the balance at the end of Ariosto's "I have not a penny" in this case a classic of Renaissance). For the classic, all human emotions, joy and sorrow, love and disappointment, loss and hope, always require a formal measure them and their pattern of expression, adherence to a set of rules. In your poem, I think, says an attempt, conscious or unconscious that (but I think conscious), to reinterpret this lesson with the tools and the modern sensibility.
And so the journey proceeds in an alternation of moods and feelings, between suffering and hope, which are the poles inevitable moving along here every poet and every person. There is loneliness (very suggestive "Ulysses. I lost my traveling companions"), this inevitable "companion" of the poet, because you do not "travel" through life without really addressing the challenge of the desert, isolation, misunderstanding ("Everyone is just the heart of the earth pierced by a ray of sunshine" writes Quasimodo) .. But the last word is not to surrender or resignation. The redemption, after all, has already begun when you decide to pick up his lyre, brandished as a weapon of redemption against the city "night", "mocking" "Fiercely defiant and alone," the city "deep" and "unchastely blemish" that becomes a metaphor for our own human condition. The final visionary, and represents the best summary of the route taken, it is almost a statement of poetics. Throughout the book, there is a path in my opinion, up more than an evolution, a term that would create an unjust discrimination between a "before" and "after" doing wrong in so many beautiful poems. In a general framework of high quality and mastery of style, there are some lyrics that have, in my personal opinion, a plus, pour in that the "thorn of life pours out even more fully" the rose of poetry. " The lyrics to which I refer are distributed throughout different parts of the book, perhaps with a greater spread in Part Two. There are lines that come straight to the target, characterized by a particular strength and concentration of expression (copy "It takes very little"), a bit 'as it happens to a player of talent, without losing any of its elegance and sophistication, you eventually more man-team striker, so with these poems center of the cult of the ideal goal. "We need him in the rush of a thousand storms to create a single flash" type, For example, in "Spring." Here, there are special ways, which have in them the shock of the lightning. And the roar of thunder echoes in the mind of the reader immediately.
(Antonio)