Non serve a nulla – Eng

🇬🇧 Non serve a nulla – It Is of No Use

Sunny day,
or rainy and gloomy.

Cold, warm,
humid or sticky.

Friends, loves,
enemies, hatred and resentment.

Polemics or forgiveness?

Standing before an open window,
to remain hidden aside,
to lean out, or
to close it and withdraw?

To open oneself to the light,
or sink into the darkness?

Why, because of others’ mistakes
in the recent past,
because of misunderstandings
and mistaken deductions,

should sons, heirs and relatives
be judged
as guilty or as murderers?

Why must a garment be sewn
onto each of them,
must a weight be measured,

when the only certain thing is
that we all end up
in a coffin?

Raw, strong and anguishing
like a Tuscan landscape
where one sees only
a barren and rugged land,
deserted and dry,

to keep hatred and rancor alive—
know that, considering our end,
it truly serves no purpose at all.

Firenze, 10/3/2026 ore 15.06

Image: Maurizio De Cicco