Poesie - Lelio Porreca
You look at me, little daughter.
With huge eyes
You listen to the bedtime stories.
Long awaited crystals and fairies
Open onto the world
That I build
Every day with less and less fantasy.
Soon you will be 10 years old.
And suddenly I feel reticent
Before you move away, on your own.
daughter; pharmacist in Torricella
English translation courtesy of
Marion Apley Porreca