
Poetry
To die, that's fine,
don't be attacked by death,
living being conscious of the flowing time;
like a river which drags itself fragments
of our past
going towards what still remains to live,
then to flow into an unknown sea:
the sea of the eternal life.
To die, that's fine
But with the joy to have lived… .
( PAOLA MEULI )
Every pain has fallen down. It's raining,
the crystalline water falls down from the sky
and it drops on everything
with its purity
taking away anxieties, regrets and frights,
leaving behind joys and trust.
The sky is clear, the light is blue,
at last every pain lives fallen down.
( SERENA LA IUPPA )
Every pain has fallen down. It's raining ,
a drop slip on the glass of my window.
I look at the world with hope,
my heart is full of joy,
the rain will purify everything and a great rainbow,
will start a new world.
( SERENA CITRINITI )
In one moment
The roses fade
The petals fall down,
in sad and dark ruins.
So beautiful are the roses
But a short storm
Forever cut
In there sublime and composed
Lightly.
( SILVIA GAUDINO )
Every pain has fallen down. Now it' raining.
I'm in a meadow and I'm looking upright the sky
A drop is falling down on my face.
Then down on my defenseless body,
and I think and thanks God
to have created the rain.
Now I can cry with my head held high
Without nobody realizes it.
( VALERIA VENTRE )

© 1998 Freeway
Writers: Paola Meuli, Serena La Iuppa, Serena Citriniti, Silvia Gaudino and Valeria Ventre
HTML by: Joakim Lind (nv00-97@park.se).
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