Three Poems by Iolanda Leotta
The springtime of my life
I think very intensely
about the springtime of my life,
I count frantically all those years,
it’s been a long time.
The journey that leads to eternity goes on.
I remember the smiles of the loved ones,
the desire of endless
and unfulfilled tenderness.
I wished and received hugs,
I said “I love you” so many times
and heartfelt kisses I gave back.
In spring I was born,
the most beautiful season of life:
the almond trees in bloom, the red poppies
stretched out towards the sun,
the healthy air and colored fields,
the desire of love inextinguishable.
We cry and laugh without a reason,
the rain and the sun and suddenly:
“the rainbow”.
The "Spring": my favorite concert,
the bike without brakes,
the handlebars in my hands,
the desire of floating in the air, like a kite,
my passion:
to write poems, secretly, on the walls,
the colour palette splattered with colors
and the desire to paint the dawn,
the imaginary friends: “Hansel and Gretel”,
the butterflies like fairies,
blue wings to fly in Eden, the "Paradise lost",
and "the Ark of Noah" with nowhere to go.
In spring I was born,
the most beautiful season of life:
where’s the path! that leads me into the fairy tale
of "Alice in Wonderland",
the "Prince Charming" that holds my hand,
the "Wizard of Oz", with his magic,
the granny of “Little Red Riding Hood”
and “Pinocchio’s Blue Fairy".
I'll never see them again.
I invoke you: "Rise!"
meanwhile, with a trembling heart
I look forward to the next springtime of my life.
Deception
I was young and I knew the deception,
you changed skin, cunning snake,
and you enchanted me, I kept the promise
of love and was faithful.
I thought you were the sun,
instead, you were the darkness
and you ripped the light out of my eyes;
you wished my downfall,
despicable being,
I didn’t dare to look at your face
disfigured by anger,
and I waited for my condemnation,
"Làchesi" wrapped at the spindle
the thread of my fate,
for the "Moire", weavers of life,
the hour had come,
But a mighty God pardoned me.
"Medusa" came to my aid,
with his eyes he petrified my enemy
and I escaped death.
Brother! You too were young
and knew the deception.
"Ate" walked lightly on your head
and you lost your way.
She, young and beautiful, but mad.
You didn’t realize the looming threat
You were driving by a sort of madness,
by misguided love,
When you came to your senses,
you’re horrified and like "Aiace"
you longed for death, but the "Great Mother"
was moved by compassion,
and you knew another woman.
You cried and I cried too, we thought
when we were young and naïve
and didn’t know "Apate", the divinity
of deception, in those days, roses and flowers
of thousands of colors bloomed in our garden.
Memories of a lost lover
I met you on the Thames
and I lost you stranger,
the first kiss, the first love,
then starts the game, now it’s over
and I still hear your crying
that flows incessantly
like the waters of the river
and like a sweet torment
a light dawned upon me
and the regret come,
cause I didn’t love you enough.
So compelling, so heartbreaking,
so exciting would have been,
this love ended up shattered,
like a broken glass, and I still hear
the murmur of your crying.
I met you on the Thames,
and I saw you again stranger,
reflected on the river,
your gaze winking, your suave smile
and your eyes shiny with tears,
you and me tightrope walkers,
reckless and fearless
and like a sweet torment
you surface in the mind
and grow the regret
cause I didn’t love you enough.
So compelling, so heartbreaking,
so exciting would have been this love
turned into ashes, like a blazing fire
extinguished and I still hear
the murmur of your crying.
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