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Syria and Child

written by: Giorgia Spurio



I’ve a crying
in my head,
in my heart.

- Where is my Mum? -

I’ve a thin voice
between the hairs and the hands,
I’ve blood
between the escaped magic stories
and the kisses of the Moon.

- Where is my Dad? -

I’m the little son
of the Sun and the Light.
I’m the little child
of the Dark.

Between my toys
and the bones of ghosts
there is my dust,
cement and the gift
of a bat.

I’ve a shout,
only scream,
but my voice is slim
and white,
it’s opaque
and black,
it’s a girl
picked like a wife,
little bride
of the Toad of the Fog,
Big King of small frogs
between forgotten clouds.

- Where is my home? -

Syria is a capsized sky,
between planes and angels,
between land and drops,
between demons and diamonds.

- TV, video camera, photographers… they haven’t tears. -

- Where am I? -

The dust wraps my legs.
The cement envelopes my foot.
Fear… It’s a monster that
eats and ingests my stars,
it grips my body, my stopped arms.

And the King of the Fog
has my smile,
and the King of the Fog
has my eyes.



Image: Art of Banksy

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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