CLELIA MOSCARIELLO – ITALY
DANCE SACRED FIRE
I wanted to dance without fear
and as bold as I could,
to awaken all creation from its daily torpor,
to warn everyone that spring was coming,
that the beautiful season was beginning
and that it was time for the world to emerge from its hibernation,
but the world, instead, wanted to continue sleeping
and then I started jumping up and down, as hard as I could,
as one of my gypsy sisters once taught me,
I, a deluded and desperate, disappointed and aggressive woman
I wanted to appear like a graceful woman and hover like a real butterfly, I wanted to whirl sublimely,
as the world slowly but surely sank into its long abyss
and I also wanted to be good at rising from my ashes like a skilled phoenix,
but the world wasn’t ready, they told me,
he still wanted to doze,
and I seemed to hear all those stupid conversations of the people,
about wars, about football
and about things women should or shouldn’t do at all
and even be able to fly over all with my sweet pirouettes,
while the indifferent world didn’t even turn to look at me
and then I started looking at the world from afar
and I thought how cool it would be
seeing everyone suddenly stop sleeping,
of treating women unfairly and waging war on each other
and then, finally, seeing everyone dance.
CHEWING GUM, I DON’T LIKE ROSES
I was chewing bubble gum
and inside was all the chaos in the world
but above all there was all the chaos I had inside myself, mixed with your taste.
Yes, there was everything inside, absolutely everything,
there was my story and then yours
and then the chaos, the noises in the street,
everything was mixed and confused with the sound of car clacsons
and I wanted the moon…
while the world was mine, all mine
and I had only lost it inside…
at that point I was savour it.
RAIN, THE MOON DOESN’T GIVE A DAMN TONIGHT
When you’ll feel tired
listen to the sound of the rain,
think about my selfies
think of our smiles and our jokes and laugh,
you laugh heartily…
even if I’m far from you
because everything moves, and sometimes fast… too fast to understand,
then don’t try to understand,
the noise is too loud to hear…
think of me and smile,
go closer to the window and look… it’s raining…
and you will hear me inside that noise
