Between the naked branches the view is free…
there is an abandoned nest, there on the tree!
Now that the leaves had fallen in winter’s cold…
it’s builder have left, for a flight so bold!
In search of a place of warm and tender…
in search of a land in bloom so splendour!
Where among the green branches…
its new nest is hidden from glances!
I too like the roaming finch,
have created a nest warmer and rich!
Me too migrant, like others I build my nest…
in a foreign land, I did my best!
But the voice of my homeland like a dart,
was rambling like a charm in my heart!
So like the finch that came back in spring…
I came back to find what happiness could bring!
But for the human it isn’t like the finch…
that has no baggage and find everything!
For those that as migrant have taken the road…
there is no homeland to return to shore!
Even in the place where you were born…
always you’ll be treated as a stranger with scorn!
Lost the friends of the happy days…
lost the dears one that have pass away!
You never return from where you have left…
when you return, you’ll find just regrets!
Remembering, in yesterday’s memories gone by…
the nicer thing that you did with pride!
You will return finch to your shores…
and will find still your nest, once more!
You will fix it with feathers, and twigs…
making it stronger so it can resist!
But I, that walk on my meadow so green…
fill a stranger and sadness fill my dreams!
Don’t belong to my own people any more…
that of my ways and my ideas are not so sure!
To be a migrant is a hard life…
because regrets is constantly by your side!
You never go back to where you left
because by returning you fill regrets!
But if you have a family, if you have love to give…
there is, a better world you can build and achieve!
Like the finch among the green branches,
build a protected nest taking no chances ..
You migrant, will build your home with strife…
a “Heaven”, that rewards and give you pride!
Live and let live everybody, is your quest;
treating all with politeness and respect!
You don’t need a homeland or shore to rest;
you belong where is your family, your “nest”.
But most of all, you can be you and the reality,
is that you are part of all of humanity!
You can reason, without preconcert and it seems,
that anywhere, you can build your world of dream!
Because for sure you are free to think…
and fly free anywhere… like the finch!
Poetry written in Italian n. 272
written on the 1st of March 2001 at 58 years and translated in English on the 14th of November 2021 at 59 years
Poetry in English n. 65
