The Stage – piattaforma

applause flies through the crowds
one by one the individuals march, ready for combat
the first flash, teary-eyed, forgetful vitriol of mind
the autodidact father runs to the front
with a great smile, sorridi!

the second with a bit more verisimilitude
stands up high, well dressed, yet with a sardonic smile
no smiles on her side
far finta!
the third, composed gentleman
if it had not been for the war his felonious act would have been exercised
he’s alone but doesn’t feel alone
Perdonato! 
the facce in suspense and silence
as the script is read, the shoulders loosen up
“these men and women are not here today by fortuitous act
they are here by grazia di Dio
the last hundred syllable
beautiful Zion marching with insouciance
defeated but complete
pieno di vita! at last!
the empty seats speak up
“some say, freedom is not recognized
it shines in our hearts”
vero amore!

The Queen

Her beauty found favor in the king’s eyes
Her character won the king’s heart
But her plead could end her life

Frightened, she had no way out
Still victory was on her mind
“my life is threatened, she cried”

By order, the swords came down
Her life had been granted
And through her a nation was spared

Terror vanished on that auspicious day
And freedom spread through the sky