It’s the Valle d’Aosta Carlotta Marricco the winner of the 2024 edition of Incipit Offresi.
Twenty-six years old, videomaker, Carlotta Marricco took the stage last night, Thursday 6 June, at La Tesoriera, on the occasion of the EVergreen Fest.
Already winner of the Aosta stage, she defeated the competition of Mauro Bennici from Nichelino (TO); Bianca Brotto from Manerba del Garda (BS); Luigi Callegaro of Turin; Riccardo Nigra from Venaria Reale (TO); Christian Mella from Bollate (MI); Sandra Puccini from Quarrata-Pistoia (PT) and Fausto Bruno Campana from Impruneta (FI).
Carlotta Marricco with Eugenio Cesaro
After the success of Simone Turin at the Premio Italo Calvino, a competition to which the Aosta Valley native had access just after the second place in the national phase of Incipi Offresi last year, another Aosta Valley pen stands out.
Incipit Offresi, the first traveling literary talent, now in its ninth edition, stopped in Piedmont, Valle d’Aosta, Umbria, Liguria, Campania, Lazio, before arriving in Turin for the final.
The evening was conducted from Eugenio Cesaro of Eugenio in Via Di Gioiaspecial guest with Chiara Pacillijournalist and TV presenter Giorgia Goldini, actress, author and comedian, accompanied by the music of Enrico Messina and the violinist performer Marta Pistocchi.
The winning incipit
Carlotta Marricco winner of Incipit Offresi
When Leo opened his eyes again, his feet were already in the lake. The terror came a few moments later, when he heard silence. The silence of the night, the silence of the campsite. The silence that whispered his name. Leo. It wasn’t the damp cold that had crept under his pajamas that woke him up. It hadn’t even been the cry of Samantha who, from her bungalow, had seen him walking among the trees. In an instant, however, Leo had disappeared into the fog and Samantha’s voice with him. It wasn’t the icy waters of the lake that woke him up, grabbing his feet and dragging him into the mud. It was that voice that woke him up. Leo. Before he knew where he was, the water was up to his waist. Before he could react and try to escape, the lake clung to his face. Before looking at the Moon for the last time, he heard his name spoken again. Leo. And the muffled echo remained in his ears, while his lungs filled with fresh water that dragged him to the bottom.
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