MICHELA ZANARELLA

 

Cornflowers

 

Nobody believed that in that vase

could there be a world

the whole love of a father

that pushes color to move away distances.

The blue lasts like a miracle

awaken cornflowers

and makes no secret of sweetness

that drags light to the root.

I hear, you know, that voice

that crosses the border and says – I live with you

the same celestial places of the dream

daughter, remember that love is in everything

that you may not see.

 

Hair In The Wind

 

Hair in the wind

against death

courage still performs wonders,

Mahsa and the others know it

who defied the dark

with a soul thirsting for freedom.

The world always falls into the same deception

but violence does not save, it disfigures

brings disasters as fast as eternal sentences.

 

A Summer That Is Now Over

 

What remains of a summer that is now over

the body of the sea seen in passing

the memory of a sun that never gave up

and the harshness of unexpected things.

The pain caught us off guard

has come down to change the light in the eyes

to disorient the balance of time.

September has the appearance of a shroud

the cure is ardent patience among the vines

love that resists closed fists.

 

MICHELA ZANARELLA

 

MICHELA ZANARELLA was born in Cittadella (PD) in 1980. Since 2007 she lives and works in Rome. She published 17 collections of poetry. Her poems have been translated into English, French, Arabic, Spanish, Romanian, Serbian, Greek, Portuguese, Hindi and Japanese. She won the Creativity Prize at the Naji Naaman's 2016 International Award. She is an ambassador for culture and represents Italy in Lebanon for the Naji Naaman Foundation.