Chiara Oldrati // LOST IDENTITY


Blue blood was running

Through the rigid veins

Of my cold hands,

Holding the picture of a child,

Radiant, full of life,

Her crimson lips surrounded by gelato.

Chocolate brownie flavor, I could bet.

A voice rumbled in my

Missing mind

“Honey, this is you,

Who you were since I gave you

The gift of life,

and who you shall be,

For eternity.”


Repressed sorrow, self-conviction,

I could perceive in her

Pleasant melody.


As far as I remember,

That was the first time I ever heard

The mournful sound of rain.