MARIA TERESA MANTA

MARIA TERESA MANTA

 Our Land

We were born, GRAND FATHER, from your love of life and

for us men, to whom you have given everything.

You placed us in your garden of wonders and you gave it to us.

MOTHER Terra gave us her juicy fruits and tasty herbs

tasty satiated our primordial hunger,

sister acqua quenched the parchedness of our dry lips

burned and brother fire warmed our bodies protecting us

from the frost of the night,

the sky guided our steps and the sun illuminated the days, the

darkness

it was covered with stars, their soft and discreet light muffled

our fears and gave us courage.

We collected, abundantly, the fruits of the trees whose shadow

it gave us refreshment and rest in the summer heat,

The sea offered us tasty fish, tasty and nutritious, nature,

our friend, she was always generous and rich.

We grew up and as small, fearful men, become aware

of time to Earth, which hosted us, we rebelled: pesticides

they kill the good grasses and the fields pollute and the waters and

the air, the

world everything has become our cemetery.

Our primary moans are now words and music our songs,

we formulate thoughts, we move masters of the world and we

don't understand

that we have and are destroying, this wonderful, fantastic place

where You placed us and of which nothing or almost nothing remains.

We meet other people, other places, other lives, we create communities

everywhere and cities, agglomerations of houses stolen from nature,

fewer and fewer trees, whose roots tightened the ground, than

did not collapse, strong mountains in the grip of arms once roots,

now soft ground that falls downstream and brings constant death.

We have also dirtied the sea and, through our neglect, polluted it.

Fish die, glaciers melt, animals disappear

from their usual residences, the grass and trees burn burning

from the cowardly destruction of arsonists powerful men, masters

of the world that are changing, in the name of the god of money,

unique their primary interest.

Everywhere only houses on houses, concrete and brick and motorcycles

and cars and planes to move everywhere and the air suffers.

We have invaded Earth, cruelly depriving it of its

oxygenating and vital lung,.

Unaware of the damage, we continue to make mistakes, the damage

continues.

The world denies us, no longer our brother and father, rebels.

Benevolent oxygen is now called smog, the blue sky with holes

from ozone it chills us to the thought of a disastrous, improbable future.

We are looking for other worlds where to escape the disasters

produced and instead

we should stop to think, to find how to recover ours

beneficial, vital Primary nature, our lost life, here is salvation.

Let's join our voices, talk to the world, give life, dignity back

and greatness to the only benevolent benefactor we know: our LAND.

No, I Can’t Sleep

Il wonder how I can

think about sleeping

peaceful sleep, WORLD.

you reel and sink.

in the cruel miasma

that involves your people

and the waters, the fields

and the mountains

and your sky and all that

evil and hate, violence,

hunger, growing misery,

innocent blood, wars,

numb.

NO, I DON’T SLEEP

and how could I, bombed

how bad news we are,

every day and EVERY day,

of this existence

that does not give us peace,

that soak up the world

and suffocates and pushes

him in despair and pain

constant, continuous,

merciless, stifling.

The Earth burns, they burn

the woods, the mountains

collapse, the eternal glaciers

melt like fragile ice creams,

unknown and new plagues

calamities, they bring death,

the world cries tears icy.

NO, I CAN’T SLEEP!

Let's Rediscover Love

Blurs the beauty of creation,

the crying that arises in this ours

world stained with blood

of the innocent,

miserably bent and oppressed

from executioners and cruel dictators,

that offend the human values of life,

that throbs with difficulty, in this labyrinth

of evil and pain.

He kills himself on the street, in schools,

in homes, in churches, dead everywhere

and always, no mercy,

no second thoughts in this lager

of silent, helpless bodies, the head

lowered, beaten, cruelly

offended by oppressed peoples

who are denied the trial, the free trial

will, chained, vilified, wounded killed,

clubbed.

My God, how is the world going?

How much blood will still be shed

and not being able to rebel, speak.

We must be pure, majestic doves,

spread our municipality across the world

universal love message.

Offer our help,

to be men with a big heart

and infinite love,

men and poets and culture from the soul

pure, gentle and great.

A thousand voices in unison that pass through

Earth, embrace the weak brother,

let the weeping of the haggard faces dry,

consumed by thirst, by hunger

how much from pain.

PEACE for a better, clean, safe world.

The world was created with an act of love

from our Creator,

let us lower our arms, open our hearts to

weak, to the oppressed brother, we rediscover

the love.

MARIA TERESA MANTA

MARIA TERESA MANTA (Only a very small portion of national and international awards received) Lecce - Puglia - Italy. Writer and poet, literary criticism, journalistic collaboration, presenter of his Radio Station "Moon radio live". International Director- - Vice President of the World Council of Poets, Admin of many national and world states - Parliamentary member of the Poets World Union. Official member of WIP (World Poets Institute)-of WNWU (World Nations Writer s' Union) ... It is published in many poetic anthologies and necklaces and in national and international magazines. Plurewarded for her writings in Italy and around the world, interviewed by national and international TV, radio and newspapers, is featured on Italian and California channels, where some of her books and read his poems were shown. Some of her latest books are in the most important library in New York (the world's first in the world), which has certified their authentication and catalogued them in their archive, in which they will remain forever as a testimony to the author's literary production and have been posted in all libraries in NYC. The same ones are also in many Italian libraries that requested it. Plurewarded, it is present on many anthologies and anthological collections of prestige. Some official awards: Poetisa Maria Teresa Manta O Certificado de POET LAUREADO / Escriora Maria Teresa Manta O Certificado de BENFEITOR SOCIOCULTURAL / O Certificado de Honra AO MERITUTO, from the Jùlio Ribeiro Cortez de Educaçàil.Certificate of Excellence (INTERNATIONAL ICON OF LITERATURE) is prodiy awardod to Maria Teresa Manta INTERNATIONAL ICON OF LITERATURE, Certificate of Excellence is proudly, MEWADEV LAUREL AWARD 2018 India.DIPLOMA Mrs Maria Teresa Manta an International prize “ World Laureate in Literature 2018, WNWU”, Kazakistan awards…Many first prizes in competitions and many awards in Italy.Pagine publishing house (Director Elio Pecora) diploma to the poetic value of Maria Teresa Manta.Maria Teresa Manta on TV "SBC" production arts 2017 California USA... And so much more.His books can be purchased in ALL libraries, virtual and real, Dì the whole world and are written in Italian and English (and beyond).