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Seeking Love

Updated: Sep 15, 2020


When it comes to love, humans prefer exclusivity. Yet, ‘true love’ must be shared.


As we journey on mother earth, we begin our ascent to 'true love' from a selfish perspective to an altruistic projection.


In early life, I was the recipient of my mom's immense affection. "La prima cosa bella della mia vita,'' "The first beautiful thing in my life,' she told me once in confidence.

Later on, when seeing my younger sibling cuddling with her, I uttered in Sicilian dialect, "Vattinni babbu, jo accucciu a mamma!" "Go away, you fool, I cuddle with mom!"


If there was anyone whom I watched setting an example of how to love, it was my mom. Pushed away and growing up alone at the tender age of 8, she never gave up on love. Family, friends, neighbors, visitors, strangers, all were embraced by her immense capacity to open her heart. She did not expect anything in return.


The following poem is dedicated to all those who search for love and get pushed away.


Remembrances of Being Loved


In tender years

On the stool

Washing dishes

Alone


With tenuous soul

Comes the first beautiful thing

No more alone


With eyes full of joy

'Go away, fool

I cuddle

Mom’

Together smiling


With anxious heart

Without the stool

Washing the laundry


With trembling body

Without knowing

Throwing the soap


Love

Hurled

Love

Shunned


Looking

To curl up

More and more tightly

Pushed away

Without will

Scooching

Sought

Affection

Missed


Love

Blossomed











In Cerca di Essere Amato


Con gli anni teneri

Sul sgabello

Lavi i piatti

Sola


Con l’anima tenue

Arriva

La prima cosa bella

Non piu’ sola


Con gli occhi ricchi di gioia

‘Vattinni babbu

Jo accucciu

A mamma!’

Sorridi in compagnia


Col corpo tremante

Senza sapere

Scagli il sapone


Amore

Scaraventato

Amore

Scansato


Cerchi l’accuccio

Reciclato

Sempre piu’ stretto

Spinto dalle gambe

Senza voglia


Accuccio

Cercato

Affetto

Bocciato


Amore

Sbocciato



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