Numb Finger And White Tip

Let grace be here

room after room woman

chased from morning sings,

how hard the breath

scrubs floors,

spreads wax. Rises, swollen hand

newly married

that generates and governs

and interrupted by shots

brushes, cloths

penetrates the entire hive, introns

the air already in the spring.

Now that all around, on every balcony,

she performs rituals

of fertility and death,

pouring water in the vases, flowers dips,

revives the long leaves, crashes

the seccumi, the free Buttoni

to the best of the rain,

for the hottest sun ,

or my young and strong,

my old a bit 'faded,

say, beg pardon is to be here,

also implore grace with folded hands,

stay tight-lipped, with downcast eyes

as some expect the ruling.

Let grace be here,

in the right of life,

work in the world. This is so.

(Mario Luzi, 1914-2005)

The photos of the group of activists-Shoot photographers for change, the other kids see them published on the website of the Republic, here.