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hope

9/16/2015

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Non durerà.
It will not last.
Isn't that what they say
About love and the world?
Empires rise and fall. 
Markets collapse. 
One day you're safe,
The next day you're sorry.
A che serve?
What's the point
Of building your house in a tree
When hope is just a flighty thing
With feathers?
Questa notte,
Ho sognato di tornare in Italia.
Last night,
I dreamed of going back to Italy.
There I was sitting in a restaurant,
Everybody wishing me well,
Everybody saying goodbye,
Everybody telling me I’d earned it.
E subito mi sono resa conto
And all of a sudden I realized –
Wait a second –
I was flying out of JFK tomorrow
Ma ancora non avevo comprato un biglietto.
But I hadn’t bought a ticket.
So maybe I shouldn’t go.
At least, not now.
Not yet,
Not while there was still hope.
Non mentre c’era ancora la speranza.


Rosalind Resnick
Sept. 15, 2015

 

 

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