Popular imagination

Here, Vinaio, between the shoulders of the mountains of dark fir and pine trees, between trees or in the mighty torrent, here among the Forchedane, clay, Ferlung, Colomb, Sten, where the days recall the screams echoes modulated in long chants and streams and the wind spread the harmonious voices and clear from villages and hamlets, scary night falls ....
The house! close quickly. The night of the spirits of Pagans, of Salvans, Mazzarotz of the forest, the ogre, the damned souls in pain ...
The pagans are pagans who refused to convert to Christianity and remained in the woods or wilderness of rocks, to escape the supreme punishment.
The Salvans, the sylvan, more bad out of the woods when they hungry and steal fruit, livestock ... The forests are the elves of Mazzarotz burlesque entering the stables to be with braids and tails of oxen or make them quit calling the bosses to chase them, mocking them with mocking laughter that no one knows where they come from ...

Gino Piva