MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA

LIKE PAGES

The train runs fast

I can see from the window

the trees quickly dropping out of sight

the sky is bright and

I’ve just finished reading

some pages from a book I love

the waggon is empty and

I put myself comfortably sitting

my head bent toward the window

I can enjoy the beautiful weather

outside

and my solitude

the gaze wandering away

great the will to free my mind

from all thoughts

The trees the houses

and the mountains immediately disappear as

facts and circumstances

men and women

I bumped into with

It's like watching slides of a movie

mine

their hasty flow

as pages of my life itself

already spent

already faded away

@ Maria Miraglia

MY VALENTINES

All the nice people I met in life

who smiled at me

shared with me moments of their lives

in bad and good times

are my valentines

Those who opened their hearts

revealed their secrets

and knew how to listen to mine

those who like me

love contemplating sunsets and sunrises

are my valentines

And all those who held

my same passions and ideals

of peace and freedom

and still are ready there

to fight for them

are my valentines

I open my arms to life

and to all those who treasure it

and love the people

who look at the birds of heaven

and the fishes of all the seas

with human compassion

that watch a little daisy

and can feel wonder

@ Maria Miraglia

WAITING

Everything remains still

timeless

I do not hear the breath

of the wind

among the leaves

the clouds up there

as painted

stay suspended in the sky

distant the memories

of the harmonious melodies

of the birds in the sky

stained with pink and azure

in the morning

the smell of the wet earth

the drops of dew

on the thousand flowers

scattered in the endless fields

Come from afar

sounds and noises

like of a band

of improvised musicians

the dust of fumes

darkening the air

the acrid smell

of the bombs

of the bodies

meal of worms

And silent are Men

closed have their mouths

aware or not

of their guilty silences

without expressions

their eyes

looking afar

maybe waiting

for…….a Godot

MARIA MIRAGLIA