Poems by:

Elisabetta Bagli

Elisabetta Bagli was born in Rome in 1970 and has lived in Madrid since 2002. She has a degree in Economics and Business from the Università degli Studi di Roma "La Sapienza". She worked as a teacher of Italian for foreigners at the Booklane Academy in Madrid, and now teaches private Italian classes and is a freelance translator and editor. He writes poems and stories published in various anthologies and specialized magazines on literature in Italian, Spanish and Albanian. His poems and writings have been translated into six languages: Spanish, Greek, English, Albanian, French, and Serbian. He is a member of the jury in many national and international competitions.

“La guerra dei bambini”
(di Elisabetta Bagli)

Orfani, affamati, senza casa,
piccoli inconsapevoli guerrieri
vagano alla ricerca di cibo.
"Jakula! Jakula!", gridano.
Non conoscono paura,
solo quella della fame.
Anime vuote, abbandonate,
ignare del terrore della morte
aiutano lì, al reggimento,
dove le armi servono per sopravvivere,
dove l'acqua e il fuoco
sostengono vite immature,
preparandole all'oscurità.
Avanzano i bambini-soldato
armati fino ai denti,
avanzano in prima linea,
mandati lì dai grandi
che, codardi e pigri,
promettono loro il pane.
Uccidono i bambini-soldato,
uccidono contro natura,
costretti a bere l'alchol,
pronti a premere il grilletto,
a infierire nelle viscere
della terra insanguinata.
Muoiono i bambini-soldato
come formiche schiacciate
sulla testa,
come onde frantumate
sulle rocce
tra le pareti nude e nere
della loro infanzia mai avuta.

"The Children's War" , by Elisabetta Bagli

Orphans, hungry, homeless,
little unconscious warriors
they roam in search of food.
"Jakula! Jakula! ”They yell.
They don't know fear
only hunger.
Empty, abandoned souls,
oblivious to the terror of death,
they help the regiment there,
where weapons are used to survive,
where water and fire
support immature lives,
preparing them for the dark.
Child soldiers advance
armed to the teeth,
advance in the front line,
sent there by the great
that, cowards and lazy,
they promise them bread.
They kill child soldiers
they kill against their nature,
forced to drink alcohol,
ready to pull the trigger
already rage in the bowels
From the bloody earth
Child soldiers die
like crushed ants
in the head,
like broken waves
on the rocks
between the bare black walls
From a childhood they never had

by Elisabetta Bagli

Elisabetta  Bagli

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