Poem translated from Google – bear with it – the essence shines though…
They collected, I read, from the sea of Italy.
They used to wear them, men, women, children.
Desperate people, wearing their old shoes, flip flops, slippers were trying to save.
People lost shoes left at the bottom of the sea empty, sad, without life.
So many shoes, so many lost human lives.
It is certain that also in the Aegean, the shoes of the drowned were left alone, there at the bottom of the sea, wedding, with a particular lament for the tragic losses.
Seeing this image, you think of those who are saved, having lost their own, living like living dead, shadows of people, broken.
To them, as in all the weak, the government decided to take care. And inhumanity is now getting new dimensions.
