Until 8 March, we decided to post on our blog pieces chosen, thoughts, signs, poems that speak to women about women.
Small ideas, pieces to reflect.
Every time we write where is cast, who wrote it and who has marked.
In the hospital room there is a second bed, in addition to the friend made that I visit. An elderly woman, thin, pale, gray hair scattered on the pillow is lying motionless, moving only the head, sometimes, to us that we are talking quietly. Her eyes are pale blue, red, turns them around, restless and full of fear.
Sitting on a chair at the bottom of the bed, her husband there, older than she, he, too thin, curved, frightened. Nursed a cloth cap and occasionally looked at his wife with eyes myths. Neither says a word. They look like peasants, hands are gnarled, calloused, spoiled by the work of the fields, tracks of land tucked in under the nails and cracking. I am alone, helpless, abandoned. They are in absolute silence.
rest with my friend for two hours, but neither has uttered a single word. My friend whispered that they have eight children, all married, which in turn are made to visit her mother recently.
eight children brought into the world may never say a word.
(from "Before the women and children " Elena Gianini Belotti)
Reported by Francesco Sicilia
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