The
children's voices the wind gathers
and
then scatters them between branches and leaves
of
antique trees, with enormous roots
that
know how to listen to the things they say
to
narrate them, down... down... deep
to
the Heart that beats in the centre of the world.
If
a child smiles, the Heart also smiles
and
therefore in a meadow appears a beautiful flower.
If
a child is happy the Heart is content
and
hides butterflies that dance in the wind.
But
at times, laughter turns into a cry:
tears
fall, warm and heavy
they
strike the earth that trembles, frightened,
in
seeing death interlace with life.
Ossetia, Israel, Iraq, Palestine...
amongst
bombs and rifles death advances
bringing
with them Chechens and Afghans
and many, so many African children!
They
bombard, shoot, and talk about peace,
to
the Heart of the world this is not pleasing:
“If
you fill the world with hate and violence
do
not be deceitful call it War!
Peace
is a smile, holding hands,
a
tranquil sleep, to look ahead
and
to see in the distance, a clear sky,
the seven colours of a rainbow.
Only
if you spread the desire of love
the
wind smiles and can then take
to
the antique trees and to their roots
the voices and dreams of happy children.”
Elio Giacone
