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This Life

written by: Izabella T. Kostka


This life is so beautiful
but without a merciful soul,
took off when the seed opened
in the cozy Mother's womb,
destined to the disturbance
between the rails of the earthly path,
clings to tangled threads
hanging on the ravine of fate.

This life so short
and without an infallible soul
wanders like a homeless
between joys and modern pains,
drugged by profit and power
drifts on the error's bend,
emptied like a glass of vodka
at the last drunkenness of goodbye.

This life so ours
but judged by others,
buffered on crowded ring roads
on the journey to the Unknown.

Izabella T. Kostka

Izabella T. Kostka

IZABELLA TERESA KOSTKA was born in Poznań (Poland) and since 2001 has been living in Milan. She is a graduate in piano, is an Italian-Polish writer and poet, piano teacher, freelance journalist, translator, organizer and presenter of cultural events as well as creator and coordinator of the international cultural program "Verseggiando sotto gli astri of Milan". For poetry she has won numerous national and international awards and many important awards for her cultural activity. She has published ten poetic collections in Italian including a bilingual Italo-Polish, her works are present on many prestigious anthologies, including "Novecento non più. Towards Terminal Realism" with a letter from Guido Oldani, her publications appear on several sites and in numerous literary magazines in Italy and Poland. Guest of numerous radio and television broadcasts, she has participated in many prestigious publishing fairs including the International Book Fair in Turin, and for years has participated in the international Bookcity show in Milan. She is also a Brand Ambassador of the Terminal Realism for Poland.
Izabella T. Kostka

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