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written by: Giorgia Spurio



I’m a girl.

I’m a child.

I’m a woman.

I’m a daughter.

I love every line of you, mother.
I love every profile of you, mother.

I want to be your paint,
but you cry every moment,
every pain, and
I die.

I build the castle for your thought
but I've a lot of shouting
in my small soul.

I love your light, mother.
I love every bright of you, mother.

I want to be your star,
but you give me
your dim and dark car,
I must drive it, and
I die.

I love you…

But I’m a girl,
a child,
a woman.

I’m your daughter,

Giorgia Spurio

Giorgia Spurio

Giorgia Spurio was born 21 december 1986 in Ascoli Piceno (Italy). She studied Italian Literature in University of Urbino. She works in the projects with the children: she teaches music and she helps children and teenagers in their homeworks. Her books of italian poems are: "Pensieri di Inchiostro", "Quando l'Est mi rubò gli occhi", "Dove bussa il mare", "Quanto è difficile essere bambini", "Piccoli Prometeo", "Le ninne nanne degli Šar", "L'orecchio delle dèe". Her first novel is "L'inverno in giardino". She published a short stories in ebook: "L'odore del mare". She writes poems, short stories and tales.
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