I live in Sicily because I fell in love with a Sicilian,
but in reality, the love affair existed long before …
I’ve been enamoured since birth,
Italy is imprinted on my DNA,
my family and heritage has always been here
connected to this place of endless human history
my love of stories keeps me happily lost inside its tale
there is always a story, a connection, a heartbeat.
The Cousin
From the past where memories live
Sometimes below where our mind sees
There is a moment we do not expect
That makes those memories fly free
Across the oceans to an unknown life
A forgotten land, a forgotten place
With decades gone not a written word
A voice arrives, another time another space
Is it true, is it true we only hope
This voice we hear, is it actually real
Or is it an illusion only of what we want
Not something we can touch and feel
But the voice becomes a photo
And the photo becomes a man
With emotions, thoughts and visions
of memories from a forgotten land
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What a lovely poem! Yes, the love of your origins and the strange memory which comes from your own DNA is such a fascinating inspiration for poetry and literature in general. Thanks so much for sharing!
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