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Ada Rizzo is a contemporary Italian poet known for her evocative and lyrical style. She often draws inspiration from personal experiences, emotions, and the beauty of everyday life. Rizzo's poetry encapsulates themes of love, loss, and the complexities of human relationships, often blending traditional and modern poetic forms.

Rizzo is also recognized for her contributions to literary discussions and poetry readings in various cultural venues. Her works typically reflect a deep connection to nature and the Italian landscape, painting vivid imagery through her words. She engages with historical and cultural references, adding layers of meaning to her poetry.

Though  as widely known internationally, Rizzo has carved a niche in the Italian literary scene, gaining appreciation for her unique voice and perspective. She continues to inspire readers with her passion for poetry, exploring the richness of human experience through her writings.

Two Faces of the Moon

In a corner of the world, two hearts dance together 
Pure souls that thirst for love 
Eyes into eyes weave stories 
Small hands caress the gazes of those who have seen the world and its strange plans 
Innocent laughter and wise words 
A small stream and a river flow toward the same ocean 
Two faces of the moon move forward on a bridge hand in hand 
Wisdom and wonder… an elderly woman and a little girl

Solitude

I walk alone  

Every step bounces into the void  

Every sigh grows heavy  

Among the shadows of thoughts, the world seems farther away, and loneliness no longer hurts  

It’s a transparent embrace that sometimes becomes poetry  

It’s a calm and silent horizon for my lost and found soul  

Life occasionally reveals its mysteries to me  

I’ve learned to dance with the shadow, and in the embrace, it has turned into light  

There’s no longer a lack of breath now; the pain has transformed  

It’s now a beacon guiding a heart on its journey, mine.  

03/11/2024 Ada Rizzo-

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Whispers of Autumn

In the sweet embrace of dancing autumn,  

light merges with dusk,  

a magical moment, a gentle sweetness,  

where the day lets itself sigh.  

Colors ignite, warm and bright,  

trees don dresses of gold and copper,  

leaves crumple beneath soft footsteps  

like whispers of lovers.  

Each breath is a petal falling under a sky that seems to embrace clouds dyed in velvet red.  

A sip of warm tea, a page of poetry,  

memories intertwine like leaves in the wind,  

and I lose myself in the time that flows gently  

in this in-between season that wraps me in a magical enchantment.

01/10/2024 

 MAGIC  SEA

Where the blue meets the infinite,  

the sea whispers ancient stories.  

The waves dance, a deep breath,  

lace of foam playing and breaking,  

each retreat a secret revealed,  

a sweet song carried by the wind.  

Shells, treasures on the shore,  

dreams confined, glimmering with life,  

telling of distant journeys,  

of waves to be tamed.  

At dawn and at dusk, the sun paints  

tapestries of gold on shifting backgrounds,  

with brushes of mint and rosemary.  

In the evening, the sea cloaks itself in blue  

and in its embrace, the soul finds peace.  

Sometimes it is rebellious,  

the wind stirs a stormy song,  

in its powerful roar  

the force of nature is always present.  

In every drop, an echo of divinity,  

an invisible cord that unites realities,  

the sea, a friend, a mute dialogue, eternal,  

in its breath, we find our inner selves.  

Listen to its song, breathe,  

let go ... it’s the magic of the sea.  

13/11/2024 Ada Rizzo  

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YOU LEFT ME A GIFT

I was a child when pain took me by the hand. 

I didn’t want us to become friends, but it was much stronger than me. 

Like impalpable ash, it clung to my skin, 

its cold whisper wrapped around my thoughts. 

At first, it was a cold wind that didn’t know where to go, 

bringing with it unwanted gifts: 

long days, sharp as blades, 

hours beating on an unheard drum. 

 

For a long time, my heart was an echo in the silence of empty rooms, 

but here, unexpectedly, a moment arrives, 

I see with new eyes, I observe the world’s indifference, the solitude, 

material poverty and intellectual destitution, 

the anguish that gives no respite when the dark lady knocks at the door, 

the promise of God who swears to be there but isn’t there to gather the pain and shattered dreams of a child, the raw flesh of war that can have no future. 

I looked at pain and felt pity for it, 

I took it by the hand, caressed it, 

dressed it with bandages of emotions and words, 

I peered into its eyes, 

a black abyss of fear, 

of fallen dreams, sobs, silent screams. 

I embraced it, and it transformed into strength, tenderness. 

It became a laugh, a light, 

it became a woven with a warp and weft,

intertwined with threads of courage and hope. 

So, I carry it with me, 

an uncomfortable companion, but also a teacher. 

A friend who wispers to me: 

“Look at life, it’s a sublime mosaic, 

it’s in the chaos of fragments, in the cracks that light passes through.” 

 

My pain was a pale falling star; now it is light. 

I listen to my soul, I proceed on my journey, 

I know the beauty that lies in what I embrace. 

I thanked pain, 

I met it, welcomed it, and it left me a gift...

19/11/2024 Ada Rizzo - All rights reserved to the author.