rivista anarchica
anno 41 n. 364
estate 2011


poetry corner


Rom d’amor

1
reduced to shreds of life ...
And like dry leaves in the wind
destroyed and the remains of the Roma community ballyhooed
by ferocious metal trunks
by bulldozers and excavators.

2
They call clearing and becomes exodus
of ancient modern memory.
Wicked persecution and racism risen
rotten fruit poisonous
Power shaft obtuse
selfishness and ignorance of the tree
irrational fear of the tree..

3
They call it zero tolerance.
And zero is the horrendous birth
of violent sick minds.
And zero is the horrendous birth
irresponsible policy of blind
in search of the lost consensus.
That word is marred
that the path between the first opened
to the Dignity and Respect for People
to Freedom and Justice.

4
And whither do not know ...
And with a few poor household
always resume the path
to go back, but where? ...
to go forward, but where? ...
And bring him the marks of Roma and Gypsies
as the branding iron in ancient Greece
on offense against runaway slaves ...
or as a sign of predestined cruel sacrificial victims? ...

5
I like to caress the hope
read it and live the word beautiful
that sounds reversed mor
truncates the sweet syllables of Love ...
Roma with love
It beats my heart
Roma with love
My heart sings

6
In children and women and men and of young and old
behavior and looks and faces come and go ...
thoughtful and suffering
perplexed and wary
bitter and sweet
skeptical and ironic and sad ...
Roma with love
It beats my heart
Roma with love
Sing my heart ...

7
Eyes and looks great and deep
like the sea ...
Eyes and looks bright
like the full moon in the blue sky ...
Eyes interrogate you and looks it, with confidence? ...
Eyes and eyes that speak to you, with hope? ...
Roma with love
It beats my heart
Roma with love
Sing my heart ...

8
Looks like butterflies flickering light and ...
Looks like free prairies ...
They are the eyes and looks lost
of the past and rejected, and damned of the earth? ...
They are the eyes and looks of angels
that worry us? ...
Roma with love
It beats my heart
Roma with love
Sings the hart…
Giuseppe Natale
segretario ANPI – Crescenzago
Milano, settembre 2007

(Watching the video of the eviction of the camp of San-Dionigi Milan, 14 September 2007 by participating in the night The earth belongs to God, we are all guests at the House of Charity: helplessness and anguish and indignation that I take, my poor words could serve some purpose?.)

translation Enrico Massetti