(To my grandmother)
I always stop to think
and the mind wanders far in time.
A house, its stones, its history,
the smell of bread
and the joy of stopping the games
to wait for that bread
still warm and fragrant from the oven
that you, sweetest creature, handed me
with infinite love teaching me thus
The cool twilight of summer days
He embraced the rest of my tired thoughts
After the happy runs in a warm and sunny courtyard
And the memory of your voice that tells
To make me run into a world of dreams
Still accompanies me.
You know it often surprises me
To talk about everything I've experienced
Beside you and that has passed forever
... but that will remain inside me forever.
(Recited at Trebbo Poetico 2004)
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