Growth (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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