Benetutti (Sardinian: Benetuti) is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Sassari in the Italian region Sardinia, located about 190 kilometres (120 mi) north of Cagliari and about 91 kilometres (57 mi) southeast of Sassari.
Several prehistorical archaeological remains have been discovered in its countryside. These include Giants' tombs (Bronze Age mass graves), Domus de Janas (hypogaean Neolithic graves) and several nuraghi. An example of Roman ruins is the bath-pool on Saint Saturnino's hot springs. Benetutti is known for its thermal sources, famous since ancient times and probably related to the name of the village, which could come from the Sardinian bena 'e tottu, meaning "everyone's fountain".
One of the most famous inhabitants of the village was Francesco Cocco Ortu, who was a minister of the Kingdom of Italy.
In the main church hangs a 1549 painting by the "Maestro di Ozieri", Giovanni del Giglio, and assistants.
Benetutti borders the following municipalities: Bono, Bultei, Nule, Nuoro, Oniferi, Orani, Orune, and Pattada.
Let the blood spill, between my broken teeth
The desert landscapes stretch on the infinite horizon
Monotonous and wild
Unchain the wrath, naked skin tries to stay closed
Under the atrocious lashing sounds
Step by step appear the lugubrious furrows
Drawn by the born rivers
Their streams dig again and again, corrode the ground
Torturing the wide expanses
The sky turns black, the surfaces become quivering
The fleshy mountains like alive proudly rise
Cut in their middle, pierced under the rock
Opening the labyrinths of human thoughts
Lacerated plains by barbaric passages
Underground flows and plaintive whispers
Floods and earthquakes
Lightning strikes, traumatizes and signs the eternity with a forgotten name
Beneath a blinding light
A blinding light
The ground separates, cut in several places
The imprint of hostile elements is close to be made
Break
I clench my jaws and I bite as strong as I can
I let the blood spill between my broken teeth
Lava currents drown
The fissures
And spread the running disease
Hidden under indelible scars
Damages are made of a delicious disharmony
Like a bow sliding at random on a out of tune violin
Shapeless and devastating magmas search for the path of the surface
Fighting hopeless not to be broken
The desert landscapes stretch on the infinite horizon
Monotonous and wild
Unchain the wrath, naked skin tries to stay closed
Under the atrocious lashes
Lava currents drown
The fissures
And spread the running disease