And You Cry

One day you will come back 

but nobody will recognize you.

"I have the money, the car, a big house."

"But who are you, Dad?"

"Mom is just a word ...

but do you know how many years you leave me alone? "

And you cry and scar.

“I have washed so many clothes

that fingers taste like soap,

for what?"

The school, the clothes, the hospital

a better life...

"One day you will come back with me,

we will travel by the subway

and many monuments and love ... "

Pain is not filled with money.

"Do you know how many years you leave us alone?"

And you cry and scar,

hidden to those who

smiles at you everyday

among the fruit stands

and the washing machines.

Dedicated to Bayani, to all migrant workers..

Rome, 14 December 2019

Italian version