Carlo Lazzari Poet Dramatic Verse

The Red Shoes

I had two beautiful red shoes
I used them 
To chase the butterflies 
The clouds
The kites
The birds

They were the gift of my
Beautiful mother when I became five

She used to rehearse with her violin
Mendelsohn Violin concert
On the terrace of our house

I liked to wear my red shoes 
To dance 
While my mother 
Was playing her beautiful violin
Laying on her shoulder
With long blond hair

Then she was taken
Before me
It was a cold morning of April 1915

I remember the noise of a jeep
On the road
Men shouting
My mother screaming for fear
While I was still in my bed

The day after they came for me
My red shoes too were taken from me
I could no longer chase my dreams
And the kites and the birds

I could no longer dance
At the music 
Of my mother’s violin

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