Mothers of Sardinia

Where do you leave for

flowers of the world

past and future progeny

of Sardinia?

Far, 

where the wind does not sound

the sweet song 

of your own language;

too far to love you

marvelous Sardinian offspring!

Whom will you be singing to

the pure music of your laugh?

Whom will you be dancing for

the erotic dance

beloved bodies

you Mothers of Sardinia?

What a shame

to see you so far

serving strange people

who don't speak to you

but to give you orders?

You, who had been sitting

in the past long time

in the throne of power

shall I see you again,

Eleonore's daughters,

free on a freed country?

I wish I could only hear you

still singing

to a little child 

an ancient lullaby.

In Villasor of Sardinia

the 25th of June 1983