Club Poetico

                                                                                     giovani madri nell'abbraccio giocoso
                                                                                      celano la morte degli innocenti.

                                                                                      Lontano..

                                                                                     donne piangenti
                                                                                     nelle citta' devastate
                                                                                     fuggono dalla morte imminente

                                                                                     ma tra le braccia una piccola vita si e' spenta!

                                                                                     Memore del passato
                                                                                     ripercorro i drammi della storia

                                                                                     Improvviso,

                                                                                     un lieto evento consola l'anima mia mesta

                                                                                     Sul volto di una giovane mamma
                                                                                     fioriscono lacrime
                                                                                      e s'ode una  nenia festosa
                                                                                     cullando quel germe di vita

                                                                                     Sul viso mio spento
                                                                                      nasce un piccolo sorriso

                                                                                      ma e' solo un attimo di profusa letizia

                                                                                      Proseguo con il cuore ferito
                                                                                      e Pace imploro

                                                                                      Ma e' solo un "sogno"
                                                                                      ardente desiderio

                                                                                     che svanisce nell'oblio!