We are disordered fragments,
Countless pieces to put back in place,
Like a broken step, a leaky faucet,
The door that creaks on the border of the world…
Cinzia Rota, Italian poetess and writer, shares her poetry
Cinzia Rota, Italian poetess and writer, takes her first artistic steps at a young age with the production of poems and stories, as well as graphic studies in image processing. She collaborates with radio stations and theater workshops as a writer, entertainer, actress, and voice-over artist, specializing in poetic recitations, video-making and book trailers. Her poetry is predominantly characterized by a tendency to narrate in a hermetic form, encompassing both personal experiences and the dreamlike and transcendent. Deeply immersed in intimate contact with the unconscious, she sometimes expresses with sharp irony the relationship that binds humans to reality, highlighting both human aspects and deeper, more grotesque ones. She often seeks new avenues for communication, growth, and expansion, offering a unique crossover concept that blends lyrics, stories, thoughts, and aphorisms. She published the anthology “L’Emersione” in January 2023. In December 2024 “Strega DiAmante”. She created another anthology in 2023, “Il pensiero Secondo” which has not yet seen publication at the behest of the author, who is taking care of its image, as well as having participated in several anthologies. She has been awarded ten prestigious recognitions in literary events at both national and international levels.
FRAGMENTS
We are disordered fragments,
Countless pieces to put back in place,
Like a broken step, a leaky faucet,
The door that creaks on the border of the world…
No one provides the key to meaning,
Not even do we find it in some forgotten pocket.
We enter in the mood of “something has gone wrong,
There must have been a design error.”
The search for a solution requires courage.
We don’t know how-to walk-in chaos,
Facing the unknown step by step with the risk of falling:
– It’s a vicious circle! – said the man.
– Accept your vulnerability… – replied the Great Mother.
– And what if I didn’t want to? I’m fine like this.
– You can’t control everything that happens.
– The unknown, however, is always a risk.
– Only by knowing your limits will you find your resources!
It’s not a distant horizon but the ocean that surrounds you…
– Everyone is afraid to jump in without knowing what awaits them.
– Don’t lower your gaze, look into its depths!
The unknown worlds are filled with wonders.
– There are also traps.
– Of course. But it is only by embracing the unknown that you will find the key to chaos,
Discovering the true value of your strength.
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CANDIES
I don’t know what you wanted, perhaps not even who I was…
And now I don’t believe I ever knew…
Only the image that you wanted, I have seen.
You were used to doing this way, after all, it’s not your fault…
I admit to having been tough, reacting instinctively
To defend that dream I had told
That I felt inevitably shipwrecked
Along with those hands, and to my helpless heart
Caught in your tight fists.
You took him away,
And with him, my smile hanging in my eyes.
I didn’t offer candies just to play,
But drops of soul, most precious for loving.
What the hell have you done with that man?”
He came for me, remember?
He smelled of fragrant cookies and honey balm,
With a real life to breathe and bite, together…
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GENERATION – REGENERATION
I watched my arms change…
The skin in transparency
Illuminated some traces of scales,
A bold white feather settled
On the palm of my hand,
My feet shrank, anchoring to the ground
Like shining black claws, darker than the night.
The old man sitting outside the stone church said:
– Oh… you are the daughter of the dragon-snake!
– Am I changing?
With a peaceful smile he replied:
– You will be a dragon, the sacred evolution of the snake,
In the communion between earth and sky…
– Why?
– The snake belongs to the earth, the dragon crosses the sky.
The power of water is within you, the origin of life is within you,
The vital energy regenerated through matter and spirit
Is materializing, and you are the chosen one,
The perfect harmony.
– Who decided this?
– The ancient Goddess, the mother of the world.
Everything comes from Her
The power of water gives life, and vital energy regenerates.
Through you, her symbols will remain unchanged forever.
(Translated into English by Ada Rizzo)
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