A PRAYER FOR MY AUNT, SHE DIED TONIGHT.

My aunt was a very religious young person. She prayed for everyone. She was a really good person. 
An always kind, hardworking, indefatigable woman. She always prayed and even did fasting to help the souls in Purgatory. 
She respected all holidays, was always close to God and never asked for any grace for herself but for others.
She always thought of others. Her name was Giovanna and she was a truly pure and good soul, consecrated and united only to God. 
She had no family, she chose only God. 
Please if you can say a prayer for her I thank you very much. My heart is crying. 
I hope that she is in the divine Light now and that she is happy.

FAR FROM YOU

( I WROTE THIS POETRY LAST YEAR DURING THE LOCKDOWN. I WROTE IT THINKING ABOUT MY AUNT OF 85 YEARS OLD, ALONE AT HOME)

Can you remember my perfume or has this distance also erased the memories once they were stuck in the folds of our heart?
The hand moves and we stand still and this time we have no motivation to start chasing time,
this time all we can do is sit and wait for time to stop running incessantly, that he realizes that we are left a few steps behind and that maybe he is waiting for us or that he slows down, because I know well that it cannot go back.
Can you feel my emotions behind this glass that divides us?
Can you still see them in my eyes or are we too far away?
I can write the intertwining of emotions inside me on a sheet of paper, but I know well that with words I will never be able to describe how I feel.
Can you imagine my smile behind this bulky mask?
I try to draw in the sky, to join the stars together, to write something, anything, in the hope that you can perceive me.
If with my fingertips I try to imagine touching you, can you feel my touch?
Do you feel the chills running down your back?
Does your mind start playing tricks on you?
Do you see my gaze stop the universe?
I try to whisper words to you I whisper them in the wind so that I bring them to you,
keep the window open and try to understand its meaning. I rest my palm on my glass side, you do the same.

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