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Another end of the year.
Deliberately alone. As always.
Moreover, I'm used to be such.
As I'm used to sadness.
The beginning of the month caught a glimpse of
My soul in Irpinia, the land
Where the earthquake struck and
Ravaged and killed. There,
Sadness - and despair and grief - is far
Greater, drowned in those people's pain. Men and
Women and children, there, are used to sadness.
Only the dead remain indifferent.
Being sad is to be alive. But my sadness
Cannot find any purpose in itself.
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(Florence,31.12.1980)
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*** translated into English from my original Italian poem ''Fine D'Anno'' (already posted at PH) ***
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I was surprised that you would experience loneliness and world weariness.
I identify completely with the feelings of loneliness and sadness which you feel and express so well. Also compassion for victims of the disaster.
A very nice poem Fabrizio. Unlike the earthquake survivors, the seeming purposelessness of individual sadness that is largely invisible to others is what makes it doubly cruel. That is why people will channel their real sadness into other things that also has an underlying sadness.
Being sad is to be alive. Well caturing of emotions. 10 for this one poem.
dear Fatima, sorry.. I typed on the wrong box.. (see up!) THANK YOU for your kind comment
******************************************* *** more about the ''Irpinia Earthquake'': - It happened at the end of November 1980, and destroyed a large area* in the region Campania (* it stroke in particular 'Irpinia', an area South East of Naples) . - There were c.3000 dead. The homeless were c.300,000. They were poor people (it was and still is an underdeveloped area) and of all the money spent there, only a fraction went to them.. - A great deal (some say half of the total sum spent!) went to the criminal cartels (In Campania there is one of the 3 strong Italian 'mafias': it is called Camorra; the other 2 being the classical/original Mafia -Cosa Nostra-, from Sicilia/Sicily, and Ndrangheta in Calabria) along with corrupted politicians and civil servants [ as it OFTEN HAPPENS IN ITALY ] *******************************************