Between the naked branches the view is free…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there is an abandoned nest, there on the tree!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now that the leaves had fallen in winter\u2019s cold\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it\u2019s builder have left, for a flight so bold!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In search of a place of warm and tender…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in search of a land in bloom so splendour!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where among the green branches…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
its new nest is hidden from glances!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I too like the roaming finch,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
have created a nest warmer and rich!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me too migrant, like others I build my nest…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in a foreign land, I did my best!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the voice of my homeland like a dart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
was rambling like a charm in my heart!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So like the finch that came back in spring…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I came back to find what happiness could bring!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But for the human it isn\u2019t like the finch…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that has no baggage and find everything!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For those that as migrant have taken the road\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there is no homeland to return to shore!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even in the place where you were born…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
always you\u2019ll be treated as a stranger with scorn!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lost the friends of the happy days…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
lost the dears one that have pass away!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You never return from where you have left…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when you return, you\u2019ll find just regrets!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Remembering, in yesterday\u2019s memories gone by…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the nicer thing that you did with pride!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You will return finch to your shores…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and will find still your nest, once more!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You will fix it with feathers, and twigs…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
making it stronger so it can resist!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I, that walk on my meadow so green…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
fill a stranger and sadness fill my dreams!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t belong to my own people any more…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that of my ways and my ideas are not so sure!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be a migrant is a hard life\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because regrets is constantly by your side!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You never go back to where you left<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because by returning you fill regrets!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But if you have a family, if you have love to give…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there is, a better world you can build and achieve!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like the finch among the green branches,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
build a protected nest taking no chances ..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You migrant, will build your home with strife\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a \u201cHeaven\u201d, that rewards and give you pride!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Live and let live everybody, is your quest;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
treating all with politeness and respect!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You don\u2019t need a homeland or shore to rest;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you belong where is your family, your \u201cnest\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But most of all, you can be you and the reality,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is that you are part of all of humanity!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You can reason, without preconcert and it seems,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that anywhere, you can build your world of dream!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because for sure you are free to think\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and fly free anywhere… like the finch!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Poetry written in Italian n. 272<\/p>\n\n\n\n
written on the 1st<\/sup> of March 2001 at 58 years and translated in English on the 14th<\/sup> of November 2021 at 59 years<\/p>\n\n\n\n Poetry in English n. 65<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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\u2019s…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1668,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","_mi_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"uagb_featured_image_src":{"full":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874.jpg",1280,853,false],"thumbnail":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874-150x150.jpg",150,150,true],"medium":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874-300x200.jpg",300,200,true],"medium_large":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874-768x512.jpg",750,500,true],"large":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874-1024x682.jpg",750,500,true],"1536x1536":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874.jpg",1280,853,false],"2048x2048":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874.jpg",1280,853,false],"post-thumbnail":["https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/10\/finch-forest-finch-bird-7474874-900x600.jpg",900,600,true]},"uagb_author_info":{"display_name":"Marzia Bonacina Zochil","author_link":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/?author=1"},"uagb_comment_info":1,"uagb_excerpt":"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\u2019s…","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1670"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1670"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1670\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1671,"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1670\/revisions\/1671"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1668"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marziaspoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}