Start with this opening poem it means going straight to the bottom of the mare magnum of Rita Fulvia Fazio’s poetic, where the various moments of her thought meet, of her poetic soul.
Ten poems to preface, introduce: intense poems, written by a versatile, eclectic, in love poet with poetical art, with the artistic function of the word. And Ours knows it and knows also word’s value, the importance of its nomenclature, so much so that she takes care of it, it reworks, it meditates to express it with great participation. The content flows fluently and emotionally persuasive, the word is sparse and fast in this set of emotional turmoil speech. Fulvia loves word, surrounds it, and refines it, reifies it into concrete and visual visions. Her touch and style are effective, so much so that the word lengthens or is shortened to follow the soul’s undulations, to materialize in semantic fields a soul entirely taken by the love of singing. Right word in right direction. Ibi omnia sunt: the love of life, the restlessness of the fact of existing, the awareness of the precariousness of living, the dreamlike, the memorial, and above all the syntagm, the styleme, which make the writer a true engraver. Ten compositions that open up to us the world of Ours, her way of seeing, of understanding, of living in this turbulent and dark time. From her writing emerges a positive philosophy on the set of human contacts. Ours is confident, even if in some moments of her journey a certain melancholy emerges which does not spoil the content, on the contrary it gives it that human charge to bring it closer to our way of seeing and understanding. In short, Fulvia introduces into her song all those emotional inputs that are the salt and pepper of poetry. A saying close to everyday life, to the love that binds us to this existential segment. On the other hand, life is one and Ours makes it clear in these compositions that release a high feeling of human and superhuman elaboration, a great eschatological sensation of vicissitudinal effect that makes them real and concrete. Loving is the greatest gift that the Creator has given us, and Fulvia is aware of it, so much so that her poetic dictation oozes from every pore.
Love for life, humans, the world, nature, beings, in short, for everything that life itself offers us in this short stretch lent to us by death. A simple but human philosophy, complex, if you will, but sincerely forthright, which makes the author spontaneous and direct in her saying, who often makes use of nature to reify herself, to build her not only human message. An epigrammatically compelling sylloge, therefore, where the sun's rays penetrate the darkness and give light to the night’s darkness.