Clementina Bertea, Poet

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We look at you, Ukraine. It snows on your blood, on your lifeless bodies. With tears you wash your wounds. Sirens scream, the earth trembles. In your nails and fateful nights, in the rain of lead the despotic war is unleashed. To an abominable order of slaughter in an exhorted massacre she appears, the bloody death. In your hearts crosses, in your looks fear, not even words, only bombs and gunfire. Terror, screams, Between the moans and the bullets, the grieving mothers, the children are weeping. They want peace, your elders. On her eyelashes, extinguished, are the dreams. In her eyes, the painful hell is glimpsed. Your daughters still hope in that magical breath of life in the rose petals of true spring that will fall as a truce on the atrocious dissension.

Clementina Bertea Autrice - Poeta