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"Campi di sterminio"
My graphic and my mother's poetry.
In the Terezin ghetto
He wanted to run through the grass
perfumed;
he could not touch her
nor to see it:
he was a little Jew
without heat,
with an already heavy look
of penalty,
closed in the ghetto.
A limited fence
and worn mud,
barbed wire to shore
pain
of a people without a country.
"If I fly," the boy dreamed
that showed in the wind
all his tender bones,
-I will fly - dreamed -
I'll touch the blue sky,
I'll see a green lawn.
And the smile
his face lit up
like a flower
that opens in the sun
and he did it nice.
In the Terezin ghetto
there was no light
to live,
nor hope to resist.
There was only a child's dream
who wanted to fly
in the blue sky.
Giuliana Angeli Donati
(From "You walk, man, next to me ..." Edizioni Biemmegraf, Macerata)
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Purtroppo mia madre è morta otto anni fa, ma sicuramente ne sarà felice.
Grazie, cara Francesca!
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