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Iolanda Leotta |
When things go wrong, there’s no hope.
You have no luck at all.
Dogged by misfortune in love and life.
You feel like you’re alone.
What can you do to save yourself?
Although nobody
seems to want to help you,
you mustn't give up hope!
Remember!
there’s always a beacon of light
in the night, a glimmer of humanity.
The longing to escape is pounding,
you’re in prison and think:
“I will never live”.
You no longer have the strength to fight
the ones closest to you have become
your enemies,
you lose your identity and think: it’s over.
With common sense,
challenge the power of evil,
you must find the miraculous strength,
the confidence in your skills.
The storm shakes the calm sea,
is relentless,
the sailors' hearts beat stronger,
They’re afraid for their lives,
but the brave men don’t give up,
they challenge the supernatural fury
of the sea waves.
Don’t give up! fight to the finish.
There are people hurting,
in need of help, like you.
Come out of the tunnel of pain!
Life's so precious,
life have to make sense.
Fights for a noble cause
and you won't be alone.
Henceforth you will live a new life.
***
Chadwell
It’s impossible to forget the scent of the Indian spices,
the rush to “Liverpool Station”, then “Seven Kings”.
Many bus stops to reach an unknown district,
swallowing an hamburger, to be eaten on the spot,
to make bleeding the hours:
I, by myself, brooding with my thoughts, my free will,
the sense of responsibility, the morality,
I was watchful as a watchman, he never low his guard
down, cause he doesn’t want to fall into the traps of life.
It was December, the icy cold wind got under my skin
straight to the bones, I looked at the showcases
of the restaurants, the aroma of spices overwhelmed me,
I walked into a bar, someone downstairs, smoked
marijuana, I drank a cup of hot chocolate and have a talk
with an Indian bartender, about the wave of frost that
would come shortly. Me, with the atavistic existential
problems: “What’s the meaning of life!”. “What’s
the direction to follow!” Suddenly, a chilling voice:
“Can I help you? Would you like a lift? I can walk you
if you want! I said: “No, Thank you! I’m almost there”.
Nothing could change me, far from compromises,
keeping my feet on the ground and my brain that speed
around, towards new horizons, new places to explore,
to know, love and live my life to the fullest.
Live must be colorful like spices: saffron and cumin,
like the bright colours of indian girls’ clothes
that walks on the haunted streets of “Chadwell”.
It’s night, I open the door and “Mangi├╣”, the Indian lady
who hosts me, recommends me: “Remember!
you have to become a strong and independent woman,
this is your payback, don’t concern yourself for the past
that hurt you, I've suffered, too”, but I left you, I closed
the doorand said: “Goodbye” for the last time,
while the pungent aroma of ginger and curcuma
followed me in the kitchen.
Then the deafening noise of the train, the heavy suitcase
full of memories: the picture of the Indian guru
and the “Goddess of Fortune” that one night I dreamed.
I'm back where I started. Good luck did come my way.
I realize that I’m a visionary and I’m planning my next
adventurous trip.
***
An enchanted garden
There was a time when I used to go
to the terrace of my house.
I spent some time there as a child.
A small garden was adorned
with green plants and flowers
of beautiful colors.
A pine tree illuminated by the sun,
reflected its shadow on the small garden
and occasionally upon the branches
on a cherry tree, was resting a goldfinch
that never stopped chirping.
So much tenderness to see it.
Thoughts ran in and out of my mind.
Those tender and light plants
were moved by the spring wind
and invited me to listen that sweet sound.
I could see only hopes green as grass
and wonderful dreams around me
in those days.
I was enchanted by its beauty.
A warm summer morning
I turned to my mother and told her:
“You took care of the plants
as if they were your children,
I’ll never stop telling you thanks.
Your hands are blessed,
as if by magic you’ve created
a paradise on earth out of nothing”.
Small, enchanted garden,
friend of my sad days,
of my unlimited imagination,
you’re like an oasis in the desert
of this existence, I’ll always evoke you.
I consider you essential for my life.
You’re memorable!
***
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