Poems of Francesca Gallello G.I.N. Gòmez ( Italy)

 

Francesca Gallello G.I.N. Gòmez wrote her first novel at the age of just 9. A poet, writer, screenwriter, literary critic, columnist, publisher, and Italian cultural promoter, she is the author of numerous novels with social and historical themes, as well as several poetry collections. Her poetic style, defined as “gallelliano” by scholars who follow its evolution, is appreciated and translated into more than ten languages.
She has collaborated with various authors and directs SATURNO Magazine, a publication dedicated to art, culture, and society, offering space to writers and artists from around the world. She is also the founder of the historical-cultural association RADICI, created with the aim of uncovering often-silenced historical truths about the Italian Risorgimento.
She was the first woman in Calabria to found and direct a publishing house, Veliero aps, and she organizes numerous cultural events in Italy and abroad. Her social commitment extends to the fight against violence toward women and children, as well as volunteering in a juvenile detention center, where she leads theater and creative writing workshops.
Throughout her career, she has received numerous national and international awards and honors. She was named among the 20 most respected journalists for her commitment to promoting peace and strengthening intercultural dialogue, a title awarded by the prestigious international magazine LEGACY CROWN CORPORATION (Philippines). Furthermore, the newspaper ALROWAD NEWS (Cairo, Egypt) included her among the 100 most influential literary and artistic figures of 2024. For her dedication to culture and human rights, she was awarded the title of Ambassador of Peace by the World Literary Forum for Peace and Human Rights (USA) and the Universal Peace Federation (Albania–Italy).
Poesia
"I Wish I Could Stop the World" By Francesca Gallello Gabriel Italo Nel Gòmez
With dimmed eyes, blind to hope, the heart beats to the rhythm of bombs and weapons. I wish — by some magic — to stop this mad world, to step off, and take with me all the broken hearts, the trembling souls, the weeping mothers, the hungry children.
My hands, in prayer, tremble, soaked in silent tears. Where has the divine dream of peace and brotherhood gone? Where are the children’s smiles — the real ones, the ones that light up the sky?
I wish I could find them again, gather them one by one, and place them in their tired eyes, to see — at last — tears, yes, but only tears of joy.



Where No Hands Are Clasped
Francesca Gallello G.I.N. Gòmez

Love me like the wind loves the leaf, lifting it gently, but never holding it. Be like the morning sun: it gives its light without asking if anyone awaits it.

Let me be neither yours nor mine, but ours — like the earth belongs to those who till it and to the sky that blesses it.

Do not seek me when you are thirsty, but come to me when your heart has learned to drink from its own silence.

Because love that begs is slavery dressed in white, and love that commands is a storm that believes itself a spring.

Love me as one loves a distant song: without trying to grasp it, only for the joy of hearing it pass by — yes, that is how I want you to love me.


I Wish I Could Stop the World
Francesca Gallello Gabriel Italo Nel Gòmez

With dimmed eyes, blind to hope, the heart beats to the rhythm of bombs and weapons. I wish — by some magic — to stop this mad world, to step off, and take with me all the broken hearts, the trembling souls, the weeping mothers, the hungry children.
My hands, in prayer, tremble, soaked in silent tears. Where has the divine dream of peace and brotherhood gone? Where are the children’s smiles — the real ones, the ones that light up the sky?
I wish I could find them again, gather them one by one, and place them in their tired eyes, to see — at last — tears, yes, but only tears of joy.