Se questo è un uomo
Voi che vivete sicuri
Nelle vostre tiepide case,
Voi che trovate tornando a sera
Il cibo caldo e visi amici:
Considerate se questo è un uomo
Che lavora nel fango
Che non conosce pace
Che lotta per un pezzo di pane
Che muore per un sì o per un no.
Considerate se questa è una donna,
Senza hair and without name With no more strength to remember
eyes empty and her womb cold Like a frog in winter
.
forget that this was:
Remember these words. Carve them in your heart
When at home because,
bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children. Or have you undone
Home,
illness impede you, May your children
twist their faces from you.
.
.
.
The items to be added are few, almost none.
But if our memories are too cramped, if not teach our children the memory, if the pain and horror do not take our eyes at the sight of those images associated with these words ... the final lines of the First Levi surprise us in the sweetness of sleep ... that the house you are cheeky, that prevents us from disease, that our born twist his face from us, our soul remains alone and leave us a number to remember.
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