Quartiere “SCOSSICCI del SOLE”

                                                        Palio Storico di San Giovanni 2006

                                                                                           Fieri

                                                                           delle nostre radici marinare,

                                                                            siamo pronti… concentrati…

                                                                                  e appena dato il via,

                                                                                          sentiamo

                                                                             non più il vociare concitato

                                                                                 dei contradaioli ansiosi,

                                                                                             ma solo

                                                                                    il battito del cuore,

                                                                                 che sembra scoppiare

                                                                                    per l’emozione,

                                                                               per lo sforzo della gara ,

                                                                                        e  vibra

                                                                            nell’eco dei cuori gialli e blu

                                                                                di un’intera contrada…

                                                                                  Ma più del peso

                                                                                 delle sospese coffe,

                                                                            sentiamo quello di sguardi

                                                                               che ci spronano a volare,

                                                                               a non deludere un sogno,

                                                                                contro tutti a trionfare

                                                                                               e noi,

                                                                                     come unica entità

                                                                                 che domina la strada,

                                                                                  cadenziamo i passi

                                                                               come Elena ha insegnato,

                                                                                 come veri sciabbegotti

                                                                                  che devono portare,

                                                                                    prima degli altri,

                                                                              tutto il pesce al mercato…

                                                                              Mentre lo sforzo fisico

                                                                                 impone di mollare,

                                                                                     ad ogni passo

                                                                               spingiamo ancor di più,

                                                                                      ed all’arrivo

                                                                                  non c’è più sudore,

                                                                                     né stanchezza,

                                                                             ma solo l’antico orgoglio

                                                                                       che rivive

                                                                             per la splendida vittoria,

                                                                                coronata dal sorriso

                                                                               di chi ci ha preparato

                                                                             e dalla gioia di Scossici,

                                                                          che il Palio ha conquistato…

  Porto Recanati, 19 Agosto 2006 Carla Moriconi