Page 81 - THE BOOK DEMO

Translation:

I was born in the month of roses,
Among joyful streets celebrating the patron saint's
festival
I am Alessia, for friends Ale.
May is also the month dedicated to Mother Mari
A blessing sent by her, that’s what I was to my
grandmother,
For my mother, instead, a reason for insomnia.
I grew up in the countryside.
Eyes autumn leaves and chestnut hair.
I used to watch the world silently and carefully
Like if it was the Moon for a cat on a cornice.
I write what I feel without always understand it well
I say what I think of everyone always trying not to
hurt anyone.
I dance with my eyes closed so I don't realize I can't
do it.
Sometimes I pretend to sleep but i stay awake to
imagine
a world of humans who are no longer masters
but guardians of this world,
that no longer pollute the sea,
but praise it.
I am skillful equilibrist,
balanced on a barely stable wire
which divides dreams from everyday life.
But I often let myself fall
in that place where all my needs suddenly
disappear,
in the embrace that only poetry can give.
How good it is to feel the pen writing by its own
and no longer have any power over it?!!
A.M.

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