ADA RIZZO

 

 

Light In The Darkness

 

In the silent night, a cry 

Another story of stolen dreams 

Fragments of life cast aside next to a woman

who weeps for her body, her soul 

No more smiles, no more promises 

Shattered dreams rolling on the ground

like beads from a broken necklace 

She is a warrior without weapons,

yet even so violated, she is not an object,

a shadow in the dark, 

She will rise again

as she is the strength of those

who do not give up,

she is the mother, the witch, the sister,

the daughter, she is all of us women who fight to shine.

She is a full moon of light, an explosion of fire. 

She is the infinite woman,

the creator of life

who defies every pain and from the darkness…

is reborn!

 

You Left Me A Gift

 

I was a child when pain took me by the hand. 

I didn’t want us to become friends, but it was much stronger than me. 

Like impalpable ash, it clung to my skin, 

its cold whisper wrapped around my thoughts. 

At first, it was a cold wind that didn’t know where to go, 

bringing with it unwanted gifts: 

long days, sharp as blades, 

hours beating on an unheard drum. 

 

For a long time, my heart was an echo in the silence of empty rooms, 

but here, unexpectedly, a moment arrives, 

I see with new eyes, I observe the world’s indifference, the solitude, 

material poverty and intellectual destitution, 

the anguish that gives no respite when the dark lady knocks at the door, 

the promise of God who swears to be there but isn’t there to gather the pain and shattered dreams of a child, the raw flesh of war that can have no future. 

I looked at pain and felt pity for it, 

I took it by the hand, caressed it, 

dressed it with bandages of emotions and words, 

I peered into its eyes, 

a black abyss of fear, 

of fallen dreams, sobs, silent screams. 

I embraced it, and it transformed into strength, tenderness. 

It became a laugh, a light, 

it became a woven with a warp and weft,

intertwined with threads of courage and hope. 

So, I carry it with me, 

an uncomfortable companion, but also a teacher. 

A friend who wispers to me: 

“Look at life, it’s a sublime mosaic, 

it’s in the chaos of fragments, in the cracks that light passes through.” 

 

My pain was a pale falling star; now it is light. 

I listen to my soul, I proceed on my journey, 

I know the beauty that lies in what I embrace. 

I met pain,

welcomed it, and it left me a gift...

 

ADA RIZZO

 

ADA RIZZO, born in Sicily in 1960, she published several novels and poems, tackling profound themes such as gender violence, eating disorders, and heart transplantation. Among her books are "Volevo il tacco dodici?", "Iris Ali di Vetro", "Novanta battiti al minuto", and "Ventiquattro Carati," works that have received numerous international awards. In addition to her literary activities, Ada Rizzo participates in cultural projects and international anthologies for peace and human rights advocacy. Her poetry has received wide recognition at an international level, and her texts have been translated into various languages. Due to the subjects covered in her books and poems the author has received several recognitions in Italy, America, Europe, Asia, including the "Solidarity Award for Art and Civic Engagement 2024".