PANE/BREAD

Sei stata, dei morsi di pane, quel che manca,
quello all’origine del gesto, colpo e fiamme.
Maestra nell’arte della sopravvivenza,
– pur quando diviso a forza di mani
il nostro sangue – il tuo lievito mi supporta,
si manifesta, parla, danza e arde.

Pane I-II – 2016, Paris – Grés Rouge

Parigi, quando l’alba diventa più blu.
Maria A. Listur, 2016

 

BREAD

You have been, of the bites of bread, the missing part,
what it is at the origin of the motion, blow and flames.
Master of the art of surviving,
– even when our blood was divided
by the strength of hands – your yeast supports me,
manifest itself, talks, dances and burns.

Paris, when the dawn becomes blue.
Maria A. Listur, 2016