22 luglio 1968: Cervia, the leave of the gentleman
Guareschi dies in Cervia for a heart attack. On the day
of his funeral, the flag with the royal coat of arms accompanies him to
the graveyard of Roncole.
Our friend Guareschi lies in the small graveyard of
Roncole Verdi under the bare earth. The same earth where he came from
and that he loved so much, the earth as a real and alive entity, the earth
made of clods, of lawns, of ploughed fields, the earth that we, people
from the plain, feel like kissing as it is so rich in fertile and beneficial
humours. I can understand this choice of his: Guareschi came from earth
and to earth he wanted to come back, instead of being closed into a cold
cement slab. Because the earth makes death less heavy, and it is like
he could still live and breath (Baldassarre Molossi).
I’m an old tree with a lot of broken branches,
but my trunk is tightly deep-rooted into the earth, and I easily overcame
a lot of storms. I have a big capital, that no inflation, no revolution
could ever bring away from me: the clear memory of a youth intensely lived
and never betrayed.
Sandbostel, maggio 1944: ritratto di Guareschi eseguito
da Arturo Coppola
Firma di Guareschi: "Fine di una storia che non