A Poem from Italy
By Stefania Miola
Stefania Miola is an eminent Italian poetess who lives in a small town on the outskirts of Turin. Since 2015, three books of Stefania have been published – “One sky – the only true one”, “Violets in the Desert” and “The scent of the white rabbit”.
These books were presented at the Turin International Book Fair and all books are awarded nationally and internationally. Her several poems are present in anthologies of various publishing houses. In 2020, she signed the preface of an important catalog of Contemporary Art.
The first primrose
A little girl drawing her pink dream
On a white sheet of paper
In a distant country
She listens to the songs of the children of my country
With her hand she greets me gently.
A friend who is waiting for my phone call to feel closer to us
The fruit candies eaten hidden under Grandma’s balcony
Yeah I know it’s been a long time out.
Our eyes laughed silently.
Now they dry tears always in silence
But our world of values remains standing.
The cat sleeps in the same position as yesterday and perhaps tomorrow as well.
The switch is still broken.
I won’t be able to see you smiling tonight either.
In front of a fireplace you burn the memories of the heart and the fire stays on.
My world is small and everyone lives in the same country.