Isula by Lina La Mattina


Isula nascivu, isula vogghiu moriri. 
Isula comu mi fici lu Signuri 
cu li turmenti e li dulura 
ma sempri abbrazzata a lu mari
e figghia pridiletta di lu suli. 
Bedda tra li beddi sugnu 
‘nghirlannata stati e mmernu di ciuri. 
Curtigghiara, baggiana, ciaurusa 
mi vestu di milli culura 
e cu sta peddi di meli e di rosi 
attiru lapuna d’ogni razza e paisi. 


Born an island, I want to die an island.
An island, the way the Lord made me
with all its torments and pains
but always embraced by the sea
a favored daughter of the sun.
I’m a beauty among beauties
garlanded in summer and winter.
Plebeian, proud, fragrant
I dress in thousands of colors
and with this blanket of honey and roses
I attract drones from every race and place.
–by Lina La Mattina –translated by Arthur Dieli


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Systems Engineer Married Daughter and grandkids Voracious Reader.Love all kinds of music. Nature nut, lover of God, hiker when I am not crippled.
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