The heart beyond the obstacle


Dear friends,


today our heart, our thoughts and our actions are aimed at protecting our employees and their families, customers, suppliers and the whole social ecosystem to which the company belongs. But as an innovative company, as men and women of ingenuity and industriousness, since the beginning of this emergency we have been keeping our engines warm to be responsive at the right time, which is getting closer day by day.

We want to throw our hearts beyond the obstacle and invite you to do the same, because only by looking beyond do we make sense of a present that, by its very nature, is made up of constant changes. And it is with this spirit, positive and aware, that we wish to share with you some verses of the Marche poet Giacomo Leopardi, giving us a few moments of reflection with Canto XXIV, better known as ‘Calm after the storm'. And it is always with this spirit that we continue to work every day with the aim of building a new future together. As we have been doing since 1962: improving people's quality of life.


Calm After the Storm

The storm has passed.
I hear the birds singing, and the hen,
Gone on her way again,
Repeats her song. See the bright sky
Break through there from the west,
toward the mountain;
The countryside is clear
And the river sparkles brightly in the valley.

Each heart rejoices, everywhere
Sounds rise again,
The usual work resumes.
The craftsman comes to his door,
Singing with work in hand,
To look at the humid sky; with friends
A girl comes out to collect water
From the new-fallen rain;
And the vegetable vendor renews
His daily cry
From street to street.
Look, now the sun returns, see how it smiles
On hills and villages. Families open balconies,
Terraces and cascades:
And far away from the main stream we hear
Tinkling of bells, the screeching cart
Of the traveler who continues on his way.


Each heart rejoices.
When else, as now,
Is life so pleasant and so sweet?
When else does man
Turn to his studies with such love,
Or to his work or begin something new?
When does he remember his misfortune less?
Pleasure’s a child of anxiety:
A useless joy, the fruit
Of some past fear
Where he who abhorred life
Was induced to be afraid of death;
Where in long suffering,
Cold, silent, pale,
People sweated and trembled at the sight
Of lightning, clouds and wind.

O kindly nature,
These are your gifts.
These are the delights
You offer mortals. It’s a pleasure
For us to be relieved of pain,
You spread pain freely; grief
Rises spontaneously; and that bit of joy
Which by miracle and prodigy sometimes
Is born of anxiety, is a great gain. A human
Progeny dear to those eternal ones!
You’re lucky
Indeed if you can breathe again
After some grief: and blessed
If death heals every sorrow.

Giacomo Leopardi, Canto XXIV