ANNA FERRIERO

ANNA FERRIERO

Strangulated Tears

One night in July

in the heart of dawn, it

seemed like a fairy tale,

between dreams and freedom, the eternal hope.

But the distant horizon,

erased no longer pristine forever,

now broke that cultivated peace.

It shattered into terror

the heart of joy surrounded by looks

of faith and attractiveness.

It has now been destroyed

the life of the Romanovs.

They were burned and then dismembered

in the east of the Urals,

by the tremendous Bolsheviks

cries of seagulls

they rang out

incessantly.

But then blood was spilled

a Church was born

in memory of a beautiful flower

in the clouds of that sky

finally remembered

together

as Saints of Passion

like the last monarchs

which they gave to Russia

beauty and freedom, great love and humanity!

LACRIME STRANGOLATE

Una notte di luglio

nel cuore dell’alba

sembrava una fiaba, fra sogni e libertà

l’eterna Speranza.

Ma il lontano orizzonte, cancellato

non più incontaminato

per sempre, ormai

spezzò

quella pace coltivata.

Si frantumò in terrore

il cuore della gioia

contornato dagli sguardi

di fede e di avvenenza.

È stata ormai annientata

dei Romanov la vita.

Bruciati e poi smembrati

ad Oriente degli Urali, dai tremendi Bolscevichi

grida di gabbiani

risuonarono incessanti.

Ma del sangue poi versato

una Chiesa prese vita

in ricordo d’un bel fiore

fra le nubi di quel cielo

finalmente ricordati, insieme, come Santi di Passione

come gli ultimi monarchi

che donarono alla Russia

bellezza e libertà, grande amore e umanità!

Third Act: 

Love Of A Sudden

The moment I decided

that a life I would create

just a slight chant

the rest...

It was very imagined.

I have seen castles, rivers and palaces

and without long sentences

I have divided these verses into acts.

The moment I decided

that a name I would wear

I've been looking everywhere

and finally, after so much

I understood the real act:

Act three, chapter eighteen

the bride and its legend:

“Love all of a sudden

looking for ransom

it is the heart of the covenant

long-love hoped”

ATTO TERZO: “AMARE D’UN TRATTO”

Nell’istante in cui ho deciso

che una vita avrei cercato

solo un lieve canto

il resto …

è stato tanto immaginato.

Ho visto castelli, fiumi e palazzi

e senza lunghe frasi

li ho suddivisi in atti.

Nell’istante in cui ho deciso

che un nome avrei indossato

dappertutto l’ho cercato

e finalmente, dopo tanto

ho capito il vero atto:

atto terzo, capitolo diciotto –

La Sposa ed il suo motto:

“Amare d’un tratto e cercare riscatto

è il cuore del patto,

l’amore sperato”

Eyes

Look of the moon

color of sunset

a ray of love, shining, incessant

eternal wayfarer

of an unexplored sea

barrier reef

untouched.

Everything is new now

life again

bubbly

on the borders of Ireland

GLI OCCHI

Sguardo di luna

color di tramonto

un raggio d'amore, risplende,

incessante

eterno viandante

d'un mare inesplorato

barriera corallina

incontaminata.

Tutto è ormai nuovo

di nuovo la vita

spumeggiante

ai confini dell'Irlanda

ANNA FERRIERO

ANNA FERRIERO: Italian Poetess for peace and cultural contamination. She writes for several Italian, national and international newspapers and magazines. Her works have been translated into Croatian, Serbian, English, Bosnian, Chinese, Palestinian Arabic, Egyptian Arabic, Syrian Arabic, Hindi, Spanish, Albanian, Hungarian, Turkish, Swedish, Norwegian, Slovenian, Russian, Romanian, French, Bengali languages. Anna Ferriero has been named WNWU Member (Member of the World Union of National Writers of Kazakhstan) by Muhammad Shanazar. She’s a member of IWA BOGDANI (International Writers ssociation). In her latest interview on the newspaper Ethiopian Hararold directed by Alem Hailu, she was defined: A BRILLIANT POET OF INTERNATIONAL FAME.