כוננות (Preparatezza war) returned from guard duty I wake up with violence.
the brutal light of your torch
hurts the eyes and in your haste you left the door open.
the cold wind shakes his arms.
"is coming, are you ready?"
is not a dream.
at this very moment there are those who sew uniforms carefully
those preparing rations, checking
not miss an olive or peanut.
there are those who teach our children to shoot
and those who sleep in this time of night
with laced boots and water bottles and a full charge.
"is coming, are you ready?"
but not all are prepared. at this time there
who learns to calm the anger walking on solid ground?
who strengthens the ability to listen and offer of relief and hope?
there are those who cultivate the confidence to share it with people
frightened and confused?
and who are trained to keep love alive?
your football merciless blow shakes the bed.
"is coming, wake up."
כוננות (Preparatezza war) returned from guard duty I wake up with violence.
the brutal light of your torch
hurts the eyes and in your haste you left the door open.
the cold wind shakes his arms.
"is coming, are you ready?"
is not a dream.
at this very moment there are those who sew uniforms carefully
those preparing rations, checking
not miss an olive or peanut.
there are those who teach our children to shoot
and those who sleep in this time of night
with laced boots and water bottles and a full charge.
"is coming, are you ready?"
but not all are prepared. at this time there
who learns to calm the anger walking on solid ground?
who strengthens the ability to listen and offer of relief and hope?
there are those who cultivate the confidence to share it with people
frightened and confused?
and who are trained to keep love alive?
your football merciless blow shakes the bed.
"is coming, wake up."
Flowers (Mudita) dear flower,
from here I can admire your new
petals and in the light of their first sunrise
appreciate the intense color of wisdom, compassion
the scent and the delicate sound of stability.
I am only sorry it was me
the mud that has nourished your young beauty
disappointment your wisdom has taken food,
pain is born of compassion.
instability in the foundation have found your roots.
"Look," I say
"You're a beautiful flower, too."
and in the cool dew of the three petals are reflected
still the cutest:
commitment, clarity and care.
mud we are both from the same fate
to pay homage to the same sun.
Flowers (Mudita) dear flower,
from here I can admire your new
petals and in the light of their first sunrise
appreciate the intense color of wisdom, compassion
the scent and the delicate sound of stability.
I am only sorry it was me
the mud that has nourished your young beauty
disappointment your wisdom has taken food,
pain is born of compassion.
instability in the foundation have found your roots.
"Look," I say
"You're a beautiful flower, too."
and in the cool dew of the three petals are reflected
still the cutest:
commitment, clarity and care.
mud we are both from the same fate
to pay homage to the same sun.
