Tuesday, August 1, 2017

ESTER CECERE


ESTER CECERE 

THE SKIN IS A DRESS

The skin is a dress.

When it is pale and by ephelis spotted
it is worn among Nordic fiords,
it smells of high snow firs,
it is painted by boreal colors.

Mediterranean people
put on the olive dress.
It reminds superb olive trees,
the dry and bare countryside,
lizards in sheltered recesses.

Some people wear the amber dress
which sometimes may also be brownish.
It is sprayed of desert sand by Ghibli.
It is sprinkled by air drops from atolls.
It is spattered by temple red sandstone.

Many persons use the black dress.
It may be shiny or mat on the face.
It is brightened by white pearls.
It is inspired to precious ebony.
It is suitable to yellow savannas.
It is suitable to superb holy baobab.

The dress always protects
rippling or weak muscles,
networks of cartilages and tendons,
the same maze of veins
which convey the blood to the heart.

Blood is always red.
Tears are always salty.
Whatever the dress color is.

(from “Non vedo, non sento e…” (“I do not see, I do not hear and...”)
WIP Ed., Bari, 2017)






TELL ME GOD, ANSWER ME ALLAH

Tell me God,
who is right?
Answer Allah,
where is the wrong?
Is it perhaps in the motionless faces
whitened by dusty rubble of unaware children?
Is it perhaps in the astonished faces
by red lines marked of innocent creatures?

Explain to me God,
what is an ethnic group?
Tell me Allah,
why is there so much hate?

It’s huge the absurdity
of a feud which bleeds
for so young cut down livings
that even the death
has difficulty to bring with it.

(from “Non vedo, non sento e…” (“I do not see, I do not hear and...”) WIP Ed., Bari, 2017)







THE SCREAM

Tears corrode the marble heart
like acid does.
In the desert of grief
the petrified soul
is silent.
Only mind’s shout
shatters the still silence.

(from: “Burrasche e Brezze” (“Storms and Breezes”), Il Filo, Rome, 2010)

ESTER CECERE 






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