Non durerà.

It will not last.

Isn't that what they say

About love and the world?

Empires rise and fall.

Markets collapse.

One day you're safe,

The next day you're sorry.

A che serve?

What's the point

Of building your house in a tree

When Hope is just a flighty thing

With feathers?

Questa notte,

Ho sognato di tornare in Italia.

Last night,

I dreamed of going back to Italy.

There I was sitting in a restaurant,

Everybody wishing me well,

Everybody saying goodbye,

Everybody telling me I’d earned it.

E subito mi sono resa conto

And all of a sudden I realized –

Wait a second –

I was flying out of JFK tomorrow

Ma ancora non avevo comprato un biglietto.

But I hadn’t bought a ticket.

So maybe I shouldn’t go.

At least, not now.

Not yet,

Not while there was still hope.

Nel mentre c’era ancora la speranza.

Rosalind Resnick

Sept. 15, 2015