Anny Ballardini

 

To Suor Maria Pozzi
Yesterday, with all these poems in my head:

Forgive them Father, because they do not know what they have done
Forgive them, because they do not know what they are doing
Forgive them, because they do not know what they will be doing
Father


I was writing them but I didnít have a pen

when the smell of the train tracks caught me
magnetic attraction color of traveled dream

still writing

(and I cried, I was ashamed and fought till the end
on the back seats some guys - a bottle of wine, on the cell phones they spoke their pride - greeted me with respect
I couldnít cry but I did)

there were tears in my eyes before falling asleep
spy of my deepest pain

I woke up in the middle of the night, got up and ate a tangerine,

as I mentally said tangerine it all turned into acidic tinges
there were many people in the dark hall violet shades one was ugly _laughing

today, up, go- run,
I had to wait _an eternity, just stay here & wait, finally the phone rang
still wanted to postpone - interrupted with greetings, give me one more sec
donít tell me, yet
___ She died peacefully, she was with us last night at supper, this morning in her bed ___

Rest in peace, with a cut in the right side of my head,
to Suor Maria Pozzi,


Anny Ballardini