Beyond That Wall
A wind of hatred
blows
a chilly mantle
over the Earth
Violence darkens
the sky
suffocates the
heart of every man.
No more bridges,
houses, childlike voices
only walls and
stones and blood
mute spectators
of mothers' torment.
A long sequence
of moments marks the horror.
The future has
surrendered.
Where is the
love that shone like the summer sun?
Where is the
beauty, the art that illuminated everything?
The gaze
perceives the futility of another stupid war
battles with no
winners no losers,
scorched earth
and tears of lead over lives erased forever.
My soul remains
silent but does not surrender...
it is beyond
that wall, beyond every war.
Under that sky,
one day, love will warm men
under that sky,
one day
peace will break
out!
To Become Children
It is not by
bowing down that we can reach them;
we must rise to
touch the light that radiates from our little masters,
wise in a pure
knowledge that only the heart can reveal.
They live in the
here and now;
Their life is a
dance,
a game in which
the soul gets lost,
time becomes a
silent friend.
Never trust
children!
They speak of
great truths,
they tell
fearlessly, with an innocence that disarms,
they reveal
phrases that tear the veil of our adult, confused world.
They look beyond
appearances,
they value the
invisible,
they seek the
beauty of small things.
In their eyes,
there is an entire universe,
an explosion of
possibilities.
They have the
courage of imagination,
they desire the
impossible,
they dream the
unimaginable,
while we, busy
adults,
forget the
needs
that we have set
aside over time.
Children have no
boundaries; they do not know malice; they love.
Their fervor
illuminates the darkness.
They are
galaxies of little stars
contained in
miniature bodies.
Their emotions,
their thoughts
often escape our
radars as adults, lost in the mazes of reason.
Children dance
upon the wonders of the world;
they are a spark
of eternity that lights us up,
a vibrant sea
where wonder reigns.
Children are a
surprise, a gift,
a great mystery
that remains hidden…
until we return
to essence,
to rediscover
the magic of what we once were,
and still can
be…
It takes a
lifetime to become children.
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".
Translation by
the author
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