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Category: Poetry
“Night of the Steppe” by Hadaa Sendoo, Mongolia. Translation into Italian and Image by Lidia Chiarelli
Night of the Steppe
The moon
sweetly falls asleep
with mother’s blessing
the whole steppe, glows
in the milk pail
like a blue, fragile dream
of the nomad boy
Hadaa Sendoo, Mongolia
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La notte della steppa
La luna
dolcemente si addormenta
con la benedizione della madre
l’intera steppa, brilla
nel secchio del latte
come un sogno blu e fragile
del ragazzo nomade
“Refugee” Poem by MONSIF BEROUAL, Morocco (translation and image by Lidia Chiarelli, Italy)
| REFUGEE
© MONSIF BEROUAL MOROCCO
Bring me back to my town Where I belong I missed all My friends My childhood And all the walls. It was so wonderful And now all is destroyed Like it never was My town My town My town I try to scream so loud But no one hears My tears.
I still have just the memories From the past lives on my mind My stories with my neighbors are gone And every innocent kid Their dreams were raped Children die And history like never exists. I’m just a number now Without identity Like a dead man Counting the stars in the sky Waiting the consciences To hear their cries And their pains To hold them again And lead them to their town. |
PROFUGO
© MONSIF BEROUAL MAROCCO
Riportami nella mia città Dove appartengo Ho perso tutto I miei amici La mia infanzia E tutti i muri. Era così meraviglioso E ora tutto è distrutto Come se non fosse mai esistito La mia città La mia città La mia città Provo ad urlare così forte Ma nessuno sente Le mie lacrime.
Ho ancora solo i ricordi Dalle vite passate nella mia mente Le mie storie con i miei vicini sono sparite E ogni bambino innocente I loro sogni furono violati I bambini muoiono Come se la storia non fosse mai esistita. Sono solo un numero ora Senza identità Come un uomo morto Contando le stelle nel cielo Aspettando le coscienze Perché ascoltino le loro grida E i loro dolori E li prendano di nuovo Per condurli nella loro città. |
DEWS OF DROPS poems and digital collages by Tzemin Ition Tsai and Lidia Chiarelli
D’UNE RIVE A L’AUTRE- bilingual anthology by H. Bertrand and Lidia Chiarelli
“Eternity” poem by 蔡澤民 Tzemin Ition Tsay, Taiwan
The new Poetry Journal In Print Bao Giay
-https://issuu.com/tanhinhthucviet/docs/journal_1
You are cordially invited to read – and print out – the new Poetry Journal In Print. – Bao Giay.
This new bilingual poetry journal is being developed by volunteers in both the US and Vietnam.
Please, feel free to share our poetry journal with others, especially with other poets.
