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My Poem in Italian dedicated to Every woman

Lei


é una donna che cammina per le strade

delle citta'

cammina durante il giorno 

e cammina anche di notte

La strada e' la madre di tutte le cose 

e l'ha insegnata di fare la funambola

e' la strada che l'ha fatto diventare 

un acrobata !

quando cammina sul filo 

con ogni passo sente che potrebbe cadere in giu 

eppure continua a camminare 

come se avesse un ritmo interiore

e con la musica dentro 

e con la musica dentro i suoi passi 

cerca di mantenere l'equilibrio

e cerca di salvarsi 

per lei non esiste nessun rete di salvataggio disteso 

e la terra l'aspetta .....


lei ; 

e' un acrobata svelta 

e con ogni passo in avanti
rischia

di cadere

in giu'

mette un  piede avanti a un altra
  
si concentra

e' come una ballerina
piena di delicatezza e attenzione
prende quello che viene offerta dalla gente 

e ha la certezza che sopravivra' ancora un po ! 

ha sopravissuto alle mine
ha sopravissuto alle mine e alle linea di battaglia

alle frontiere e le divisioni e le restrizioni 

lei

e' una Lepre e' un volpe , un lupo
lei e' tutto quello che ha intorno , e' tutto cio che incontra

e ama sorridere 

corre incontro agli estranei che incontra 

lei e solamente una donna acrobata 

una funambola  che cammina per le strade 

e cerca di mantenere l'eqilibrio  ...

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