Minerva spent his life ridiculed and excluded for her bad appearance, misunderstood by everyone in the village , and his talents as a poet die with her. Her history reminds us other fables such as that the dramatic story of Frankenstein or the sweet Disneys story as The Glockner of Notre Dame or Beauty and the Beast. Every story tells us something, the injury is the limits in the knowledge of the essence of the people. Minerva in their life was the “ugly duckling” of the city, but in truth she was the queen of inner beauty, that people have not seen. Her request is very clear, is an invitation to remove prejudices dictated by the superficial analisys of people and as said Battiato, nothing is as it seems, nothing is as it appears. I am Minerva, the village poetess, hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street for my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk, and all the more when “Butch” Weldy captured me after a brutal hunt. He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers; And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up, like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice. Will some one go to the village newspaper, and gather into a book the verses I wrote? — I thirsted so for love I hungered so for life! This totally Italian project is an Henry&co’s idea in partnership with Antonella Manenti, enthusiastic young person involved in art and literature.
