Grouth (subtitled).

This is a friend’s request, the etching with underneath its poetic subtitle…

Crescita

Tu, giovane  virgulto, cresci, corri, vola. Tu, minuscolo spicchio di me, girino che  diverrai Principe, salpa sulla tua nave, e  scopri nuovi mondi. La vita che  ti è  stata data, ora va coltivata, concimata ed annaffiata di propositi, sogni e  speranze. Fai i tuoi errori, fanne  tanti, sbattici contro, per poi superarli. Impara da loro come  da un bravo maestro. Pota il ramo marcio, coltiva quel sano, sacro desiderio che  è  in te. Diventa una quercia, spendo di essere  stato Ghianda. 

Growth

You, young sprout, grow, run, fly. You tiny splinter  of  me, yet to become a  Prince, set out on your own boat, and discover  new worlds.
 The life you have received, must  be Cultivated, Manured  and Watered with  Resolutions, Dreams  and Hopes. Make your mistakes, lots  of  them, salm against  them, and then overcome them. Learn from them as  from the best  of  Masters. Prune  the rotten branch, and cultivate that Healthy, Sacred  wish  that is  in you. Grow to become an Oak, knowing you started  as  an Acorn.

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