Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
WHAT WAS IT FOR
Even among the most deafening noises
you can feel its call
you know you don’t want to go
but you also know it’s an invitation
that you are not allowed to decline
you think then
of what you would like to bring with you
what does not matter to you to abandon
but even more
you ask yourself
what it was for
crossing this world
beautiful and mysterious
How many times have you looked up into the sky
and wondered about the stars
shining like pearls
or sitting (in the evening)
on a rock
in front of the sea
thought of the earth
suspended in space
almost feeling a sense of dizziness
Useless thoughts
like similar others
like migratory birds
have crossed your mind
now you find yourself sick and old
to remember those moments
and you tell yourself
people have never had
the keys to open some doors
to grasp the meaning
of the immense
and of life itself..
©®Maria Miragla
To My Mother
Far as the stars
shining at night
on the dark canvas
the time together
but I can still feel
the scent of the lilies
in that home
whose windows are closed
since that gloomy day
The sun comes back
and rises the moon
again and again
the colours of the seasons
seems to be the same
and so the murmurs
of the waters flowing
to their mouths
but the sense of joy
when with you
my guide my angel
But still I can hear
your reassuring voice
and feel the touch
of your hand on mine
when talking to me
of life and love
with words of wisdom
Where are you Mom
do you love me still..
©®Maria Miraglia
