Oh Rosa, what have we done?
\nIt is so gray, so cold here.
\nEven the sea is cold.
\nWhere is our beautiful sea?
\nOur blue meadows
\nwhere the sun lays on the stone
\nlike a blanket?
\nNot even the dirt is clean here!
\nThe stone here doesn\u2019t give
\nthe sun back!
\nIt eats up the light.<\/p>\n
Oh, Rosa, what wind carried us here?
\nHow can the olives grow?
\nWhat will happen to the lemons,
\nthe oranges?
\nWhat have we done!
\nWe mustn\u2019t be blown away
\nor let the wind scatter us like leaves.
\nNone of us will live.<\/p>\n
Sing Rosa,
\nsing my darling.
\nWe won\u2019t hear the strange voices,
\nthe echoes of these dark houses,
\nthese windows that look down on us
\nwith pity.
\nWe are from Sicily!
\nWe are the children of the Blessed Mother!
\nWe will teach them to grow
\nlemons and olives,
\ngrapes to hang from their boxes,
\nwine to fill the sorrow
\nof their emptiness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Oh Rosa, what have we done? It is so gray, so cold here. Even the sea is cold. Where is our beautiful sea? Our blue…<\/p>\n