Monday, March 7, 2011

The Chances Of Getting Into Another World War

Dedicated to my daughters

Gioconda Belli

Melissa, my daughter

I love her hair
eyes, arms and legs.

All that I am
loves you and knows you.

My love is
jar that filled with water, no spills ever.

My love makes me the universal and global, I
common to animals and plants,
makes me huge, uncontrollable, huge,
sings in my body,
full of tenderness,
makes you born again
with a birth without end, when you sleep
happy and close to me.

Translated by Margherita D'Amico

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