Rosanna Bonci – A lucky boy

Rosanna Bonci - our Italy chair

 

Rosanna Bonci – A lucky boy

 

I’m a lucky boy. Sure I am. Because as a ten-year-old, I’m allowed to travel to Europe! Happy and grateful I am, on the Lungotevere of Rome, the eternal city.

Today is a special day, March 20th, the start of spring. Dad and mom have organized a unique event: we are going to spend the day at the Orto Botanico. We walk along the Tiber river, smelling the Platani’s bunches and watching the water running toward the Mediterranean sea.

The way turns inwards, we step on the typical ancient Roman alley, made of sampietrini – cobblestones. We cross Trastevere, I take some pictures of some ancient building with lights hanging on its walls. Because of my passion for photography, I’m used to seeing those details.

In front of us suddenly is Largo Cristina di Svezia, 24; the gate is open, we enter the Orto Botanico. A fresh smell enters my nose, it must be mint.

Mom is reading a guide. She tells us we are in the Villa Corsini garden and today is the Equinox, which means it is the day of the year when daylight and night are equally long. In honor of the equinox, I take a picture of my parents near the rosemary bush.

As I turn around attracted by some happy voices laughing out loud, I see a group of maybe fifteen youngs in my age coming our way. Mom keeps telling the story. The Villa Corsini garden is 500 years old and it used to be the Vatican ‘Giardino dei semplici’, meaning simple people garden of medicinal plants. The kids pass by, they are loud, mom’s voice seems mute and I can only read her lips!

I learn there are three thousand plants in the garden. I take pictures in a sequence so that I can choose the best later on. Basilic, sage, pepper and many other spices catch my attention from far, they smell fresh and spicy!

As I look into my camera I suddenly see a pair of binoculars in front of a face with long hair, held up by three white thin fingers on each side. She can see my eyeballs from there, she is close enough and looking straight at me, I can tell.
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Alaha Ahrar – HATE

Alaha Ahrar - HATE

HATE

Poem HATE by: Alaha Ahrar

I hate to see hatred
I hate to see everyone faded
I hate not seeing any hope
I hate not being able to cope
I hate to see how people are after each other,
I hate to see most people live in fear
I hate these rockets, bombs, and killings
I hate all these manmade sufferings
And of course, of course
I hate to see children bleeding and dying everywhere
I hate to know there is no safe place for anyone anywhere
I hate not seeing any tearless survivor
I hate not seeing any clean river
I hate not seeing smiles on people’s lips

 

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Sanja Arsenovic – Goodwill

Sanja Arsenovic – Goodwill

Sanja-Arsenovic

 

God has given us two hands: one to give, second to receive. We are all humanitarians, in our own ways: My way is reaching out, to all the aching souls out there, with my poems
God bless us all!

 

GOODWILL

Small town lady, was born to hold dreams:
showing grace, to everyone – as part of human race.
Sorrow, that occupied – so many aching souls…
Anger, and rage out there – that erased the space:
for love, we are blessed by – for a helping hand…
For unique, and special – that will understand…
Good Will Ambassadors – were brought to this world:
to bring joy, and happiness – no one ever heard…
To help: “wounded” families – arise from the ground…
To help, silent whisper – becomes a big sound…
To help, hungry one’s – or those, without a home…
World, is our family – so, you’re not alone…
To help, all the refugees – mother, that lost the child…
We are all, the followers – chosen, the right guide…
To embrace, the goodness – protect destroyed land…
We are here, and now – time stops, as we STAND:
Rhapsody of empathy – let’s all reunite…
Wars, just have to stop- and all sorts of fight…
Killings aren’t forgiven – God, has given love:
who gives us, the right – changing rules above?

Neglecting the Earth – spoiling all her’s worth…
Impossible mission – or, possible vision?
Small town lady, here – talking with a low voice:
I know, there is a chance – we’ve been given choice…
I am here, to help – words, follow my step:
Heaven of existence – Hell, can’t make the trap…
God is love, my friend – we are all, God’s children:
Time, to stop destruction – then, we’ll be: forgiven…
I am proud, to live – I have chosen good:
If u had, a chance: I know, you too – would…
Meaning of my name is woman of the dreams:
Sanja wants the Paradise – that we just can’t miss…
Let us heal the world – make it, a better place…
Let’s all, bring the magic – catch her’s: shiny trace…
Stars, do live within – let us stop the dark…
Doing deeds, for others – let us make the mark…
We are all: survivors – Earth, needs us the most…
We’re not, empty shells – you are not: the ghost…
GOODWILL, in your lives- I see that, in your eyes:
We all have: forever- future, in us lies

Written by:
Sanja Arsenovic ⭐

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