828 | WITH A CHILD’S EYES

WITH A CHILD’S EYES

I want to see the world with a child’s eyes,

almond-shaped, clear, limpid, and innocent:

a meadow where people and flowers grow,

where hunger, poverty, and evil are absent.

I want to see the world with a child’s eyes,

feel caressed by my dreams’ incantation,

be able to touch the horizon with one hand

and reach the stars using only a ladder.

I don’t want to see the world with my own

eyes. They’ve seen too much; they see the

universe behind a thick permanent haze,

immersed in tears that never dry.

Irma Kurti, Albania- ITALY

from “Your Image between my Fingers”, Independently Poetry, Chile, 2023