Mother
despair
Smoke and blood without pity over the Balkan houses tears without end for a peace that lacks that seems impossible Cawing crows fly over the towers and laughing they strew with pitch the hashes of childish memories Picks up shreds of dusty rubble Mother despair and strong white wings take off from her rough hands weeping joy and ache |
photograph by mario boccia Souvenir from yugoslavija, selene edizioni 1997 |
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There is no pain in the Mother's heart no reproach in her eye's slits but an acute silent cry rends the universe her sweetness is a promise her submission a pray and from her outstretched hands departs the big white bird He will fly higher and higher... |
she doesn't know yet she might not be present but he will bring back down here a dawn of shine of thousand colours and without pains And will give it to her blowing a light kiss on her brow |
§cygnuss le ali ferite dic.2000 |
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