CASA I/HOME I

Si tessono i fili del vuoto
Quanto quelli del pieno
Si solleva luce intorno
Quanto dentro si compie
E non sono congedi
Né le lacrime né i gesti
Tutti insieme una casa
composta e senza patria.

Tatami del Papa

Parigi, durante il solstizio.
2015 – Maria A. Listur

 

HOME I

The threads of the emptiness are weaved
As well as those of the fullness
It is lifted light around
As much as inside is accomplished
And they are not farewells
Neither tears nor gestures
All together a home
composed and with no birthplace.

Paris, during the solstice.
2015 – Maria A. Listur