☆☆▒▒"A musical Cenerentola Story”▒▒☆☆

“A musical Cenerentola Story”

Defeated and broken,

I see to emerge orange pumpkins

And liar fairy godmothers from my mind.

Mt thoughts are going toward you now;

It’s like in the “Cenerentola tale”

Nobody can watch my tears slip.

I don’t want to wake up from my dream

because you are looking for my crystal slipper here.

I don’t know if I’m slept or awake

Because every day I’m dreaming one thing:

To see you again, but God doesn’t hear my prayers.

I think Cenerentola should feel like this

when she run way fro the dancing;

and my mind starts remembering my happy moments,

but suddenly something is pushing me out.

And I realized those dreams have given me nothing,

so my soul regrets of not being in my favorite fairy tale.

Even so, I believe in insufferable step-mothers and chatty birds

because in each story I hear your accordion once again;

my loneliness is gone and I get assembled

because all this is good enough for me.

And I know I won’t repent if I change all my tomorrows

for a single yesterday with you

since you’re the chords of my violin

like the prince for Cenerentola.

JUSTIFICATION

I decided to write a poem because it was something that I really wanted to do, but any of my teachers had asked me before. Maybe, I did not write a common poem with rhyme and the4 same numbers of sentences in each verse.I chose to write a prose poem because I felt more freedom to express what I experienced at that moment, but the main reason for making up this poem with this style was because my favorite Italian composer (Rafaello Goggi) uses those literacy resources.

In addition, I thought in Cinderella because is my favorite fairy tale and its Italian name is Cenerentola. As well, I wrote about this children tale because one of my favorite songs (“White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane) is inspired in another fairy tale: “Alice in Wonderland”. To conclude, this creative essay reminds me my grandfather who just died one month ago. He loved music a lot and his favorite musical instrument was the accordion; he played it whenever it was possible. One day he gave me an old violin, but he never imagined that he was giving me his most valuable treasure: my love ♥ for music ♪ !