Concetta La Placa

Short biography and Some poem, author Concetta La Placa (in facebook Cettina La Placa Tumminelli).

 Poem

LOVE SHINES ( dedicated to…)

My little neppure, in days,

you will be born below

the sad hiss of bombs.

You will hear the fire of enemies,

of those who have desecrated

the value of peace.

But I believe, despite everything,

in the hope of those who bet

to life and harmony.

I know he will be back soon

to shine on the horizon,

a new rainbow of love.

It will be a wonderful birth

yours, for me, little love

and for all humanity.

I Run Away From Myself.    

When the day sinks into oblivion,

a great emptiness takes hold of my heart.

And so I run away from myself,

and among my memories I search for you, 

there, where your essence lies…

But there is no trace of you,

not even the shadow of your love.

Stunned and silent,

only the sad moon is with me.

On the lonely pier I stay pondering that ancient memory, and with each sunset, as if by malia, the desire to drown my burning gaze is rekindled.

It is the indelible past that, like a dart, 

strikes my afflicted soul, 

that never gave up and rekindles,

so does my frenzy for you. 

Meanwhile and in vain, the universe tries to soothe my pain of your absence, while I still die with passion in the memory of that first kiss of ours.

STOP THE WAR. 

Stop the war and all the evil that generated it.

Because it extinguishes every light in the hearts of men and darkens even the stars in the firmament.

Stop the war that is unmoved by the death of a single child, nor repents for having generated so much violence between men, women, the elderly, and terrified children.

Stop the war

that does not know that every person’s life is priceless, a precious and divine gift, and once lost, it can never be restored by anyone.

Stop the war, because every war has created only destruction, pain, death, and famine. It has razed schools, hospitals, playgrounds, and libraries, and with them the right to play, study, and illuminate the darkest minds with the light of knowledge and wisdom, where evil lurks.

Stop the war, because it sows only terror and destruction, and the debris of the rubble proliferates, even the invisible and indelible debris that weighs like painful burdens on people’s souls.

Stop the war so that children’s eyes don’t remain stuck in the sad frame of a gray image

of torn-apart buildings,

of gray debris, scattered

across playgrounds, now devoid of a single blade of grass.

Stop the war that kills hope along with the future and tarnishes love, Grace, and Mercy.

Stop the wars that create only losers and never winners, because death reigns supreme and hatred flows in the bends of rivers and threatens to destroy humanity.

We are already at risk of extinction, so I beg you, stop the war, made up of so many fragmented wars scattered across the planet, but all connected by a single common thread: that of hatred, power, and money.

The life of every human being is priceless; it can never be bartered for any object of great value.

Let us all remain barefoot and in touch with the humble earth, to understand that nothing can be worth much more than human life.

In English language 

DO NOT STAY SILENT.

Your silence has fallen,

like a heavy veil,

between our words.

It dominates every corner

of our love,

it is a surrendered and silent guardian.

It is there, suspended in the heart,

among silent, strident notes,

that scream immense torment.

It meanders in this abysmal void,

where our feeling crashes.

Now, silent desperation,

like a sharp blade,

it wounds my soul.

Love, do not stay silent,

I await the distant echo

of your warm voice…

the only ray of sunshine

that can warm

this frozen reality of ours.

IF ONLY I COULD SAY GOODBYE

If only I could tell you

how sad I was in those days

when you didn’t come.

I walked alone,

through the streets of that great metropolis,

like an automaton.

Nothing was the same anymore,

everything had changed,

I missed you and our kisses.

Our bench

was, still and always,

silent and empty.

The trees in the park

seemed to move, their branches sadly.

Nothing was the same anymore,

I missed our story of yesterd

ay,

the story of today,

and the story of tomorrow.

If only I could say…

goodbye, my love.

 Author short biography. 

Concetta La Placa is a poet, writer, aphorist, critic, translator, social activist and author of the magazine Alessandria Today. She is present in the international poeticscene. 

She has published seven collections of poetry.

She is Ambassador of Peace and Culture of the IFCH Forum. 

She received Dottorato honoris causa of Forum internazional for Creativity and Humanity Regno del Marocco Reg. n. 43/2018 fnaydek Marocco, for her efforts in the fields of culture, art, peace, coexistence and humanity.

She is member of:

– Carta de la Paz Project (Dra. Hc María Elena Ramírez).

– Mresident of RRM3, Prof. George Onsy

RENAISSANCE Millennium III.

– She is an official member of an organization called «Chair of Women».

She is a member od Accademy Of Farsala – Atene. 

She lives in Rome.

She has worked as a professor at the L.U.M.S.A. University of Rome and at the Ministry of Labor and Social Policies.

She is known in the international poetic scene because her poems have been published in various anthologies of various authors and magazines from different countries of the world (Spain, Serbia, Bangladesh, India, Brazil, United States, Peru, Uruguay, Vietnam, Mexico, Costa Rica, Colombia, Portugal, etc.).