Poetry
To my Second Land
A poem for all those who have moved away from their native land and now live somewhere else, so that they too may live there as children.
And while on the sinuous hills
the sun is now reddening, tired,
the cypresses lie silent and pious.
A look at the past up to that day when you collected me
and you made me your daughter.
What second mother are you to me,
you who welcomed me as a tender shrub and saw me blossom in a ripe plant.
And as I look at my two beautiful children,
sweet fruit to which you gave birth,
“Land of adoption” I call you, my Tuscany.
My Comment to the Poetry
I was born in a small village surrounded by mountains, always accompanied by nature. Unfortunately, for study reasons, I had to leave my native land, a little with sadness and a little with the hope of finding a welcoming land like mine. And so it was.
I found a wonderful land, which welcomed me and watched me grow.
And then I can only thank this land, Tuscany, for welcoming me.
