‘A Curona Mia – poem by Gennaro Patrone

‘A curona mja

Nun è fatta d’ oro

De diamante prezziuse

‘O d’ argiento o de ‘bbronze

Neanche de zircune

E nemmanco de perle

‘A cosa bella…

Ca curona mja

Nun ‘è visibbile

Nun è lucente

è ‘ppure arruzzunute

Trasparente

Brutta

Ammaccata

Deforme

Ma sicuramente

è surata

Chin’ ‘e calle

Fatte de spine..

de carute

de suonne

de suspire

de sacrificje

de delusione

e…d’ammore

‘A verità…

‘a curona mje

Nun piaciarrà a nisciuno

Pecchè é sultante ‘a mja !

Gennaro Patrone

EN

(My crown is not made of gold, nor precious diamonds, nor silver or bronze. Not even zircons or pearls. What is nice is that it is not visible, it is not shiny. it is also a little damaged, transparent, ugly, dented, deformed. But surely she is sweaty, she is full of calluses. It is made of thorns. It is made of falls of dreams of sacrifices of disappointments and … of love. In truth, nobody will like my crown because it is only mine!)