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Dr. Rinaldo Diricchardi-Muzga Poem
Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are
on my body,
I am an eternal traveller,
never stopping.
You are the bitter predicament
of my comfort,
Traces of sensual pleasures -
The mist of a veil is
my constant reminder.
You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns,
I stand alone on the dusty conflagration
Gazing towards an endless void,
I am bridled with the burning pain of the
thorns...
My gaze tirelessly roves,
Prickly are the thorns,
With malediction entwined...
I am drowning in a sweaty torrent,
I am plunging into thorny depths,
bloody and overworked
from the struggle,
I yield myself to
the decision of fate.
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Dr. Rinaldo Diricchardi-Muzga Poem
Night after night,
the hassock in my room,
the only safe haven
against the bale anguish of times
reminding me of happiness gone by...
Worn from kneeling,
furrowed from wepping and sighing,
the purple velvet still carries traces
of time impressed with the Lord´s prayers...
Above, a crucifix in the wrath of God
reminds me of my insignificance...
My feeble and quiverving hands
are joined together,
convulsively around a rosary,
Hopelessly rising towards Thee
begging your -
Miserere, Domine!
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Dr. Rinaldo Diricchardi-Muzga Poem
Spring
Spring is being born
in the early morning...
The glades are awakening
into gentle green,
The dawn songs of
bashful blackbirds
Are echoing through
the woods...
I am listening to the warbling
of blackbirds,
The harmonic singing
of black choirs
Lead by an
invisible conductor.
The chattering of
the blackbirds' chorus
Is getting ever louder
And now uttering their
songs are others too.
A heavenly melody of
birds' choirs
has emerged
Which - off the slopes
of a forest glade -
Echoes in the pleasant
Symphony of a
blissful morning.
TRANSLATION FROM SINTI /GYPSY
Milaiy
Milaiy biyanelpe
teharinasa ko dive,
ushtel hem pravelpe dive
sar baiyrola kham,
ashunelpes khurlo zorale
e chyiriklenghero o ladjutno,
kaiy ashunelpe lenghoro
khurlo khem khi vosh...
Ashunaw chirklenghero ghyliavybe,
kydimo djal khalenghero khurlo,
khay legarolen lenghoro
bashaldo khurlo.
Marinduy o muy ykhalen ghylialia,
sar synfonia kana si khydimi,
mai but zurali, mai but pho zurali.
Chiriklenghri gylii khay ashunelpes
lenghoro khurlo.
Sar edevleskheri ghilii,
sar ashunes maj baro baro synfonia,
chirklenghoro ashunelpe sar
devleskheri ghilii,
synfonia kydimi e Devlestar.
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Dr. Rinaldo Diricchardi-Muzga Poem
Fatherland
I have no home, no fatherland,
I am a soldier with no weapons,
No worldly goods can tie me down,
My paths lead me into distances grey.
Trenches are my bed,
The starry skies of the universe
Will cover me when nights are cold.
I shall write invisible letters
On clouds of cigarette smoke
And remember times full of grace
When groves were awakening in spring;
Only memories remain there,
The tranquility of souls will not decay.
Bitter thoughts have built barriers,
Fields will bleed in spasms -
A safe haven for a hero of the fatherland.
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God Almighty
Oh God, before Thee
on my knees
I fall in hopelessness
of my soul!
The chain's ring is squeezing
and suffocating me,
The mark of a wound
from sombre fetters
Restrain the freedom
of my soul...
Dreadfully dark is this night...
Gloriously in the tabernacle you dwell,
Commanding troops of angels
for ever and ever,
Send me help,
Give me an elixir,
So I can walk loyally on the path
That leads me to paradise
in heaven.
Full of thorns and vain hopes
are the paths,
That today are the failings
of mankind,
Gazing onto your
almightiness,
I shall break the fetters
of my soul
And banish the darkness
and fear into
infinity...
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