My sister Mara

WHEN MEMORY AND MEANINGS HELP YOU LIVE

"To us 6 brothers"

We were little together

by Maria Mirella D’Ippolito, Mirella Miri

At the beginning of her chapter

“I would like to understand why all this is happening to me.”

This is the last sentence you said to me before you went into a coma for three days and we six brothers were then prevented from coming to visit you, but above all just from knowing where and how you were, to then learn of your loss with a cold message the same for everyone, brothers and non-brothers.

This sentence seemed like a mandate to me.

With what follows I have attempted to gather it, and this is my perception and my truth.

Towards the end of her chapter

As the firstborn, how strong you always had to show yourself!

Our union between brothers is also due to this effort of you.

[…]

Then, you was supposed to go alone with the funeral home to be incinerated.

I alone escorted you, accompanied you, delivered you.

We ran together, you in front and me in back, on the highway to Viterbo.

Mirella – Miri


by Maria Concetta, Maretta, Mara

TWO PAINTINGS BY MARA

Reflections on Mara’s poetry

ATTEMPTS AT A NEW POETRY

FROM THE PARTICULAR TO THE GENERAL

FROM THE SUPERFICIAL TO THE DEEP

FROM THE PROLIXIVE TO THE ESSENTIAL

FROM SPEAKING TO OTHERS, TO SPEAKING TO ME

FROM WANTING TO EXCITE ME, TO WANTING TO LISTEN TO ME

WHERE THE “FROM-TO” DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN ELIMINATION OF THE “FROM” FOR AN AFFIRMATION OF THE “TO”, BUT A PATH

FROM THE “FROM” TO THE “TO”, THAT IS WITHOUT CHILDLY INDULGING ONLY IN THE “TO” BY ROLLING INTO IT AND DROP INSIDE, OR SUDDENLY MOVING TO AN ABSTRACT AND RHETORIC “TO”

A PATH WHICH MUST NOT THEREFORE TAKE DICOUNTED RHETORIC-CHILDISH CONNECTIONS, BUT MUST BE IMPLEMENTED ALMOST “DESPITE ME”, ALMOST COMING FROM WHO KNOWS WHERE, ALMOST AS TO AMAZING MYSELF, FINDING UNEXPECTED WORDS, PERCERTIONS AND VISIONS (LIKE IN-SIGHTS)


A poem by Mara

THE TWO WINDOWS

This will be the window
from which you will come to pick me up

This one from which every evening
a red sun sets
and pink clouds decorate the sky
intertwined with the trees?

Or will you come to this other one,
where the morning sun arrives every day
to say good morning to me
coming in every time to wrap my bed
and every time to my surprise and suddenly?

These two windows on the world,
a world that is now so uncomfortable and obvious for me
that you don’t even want to go out anymore
to meet it.

After all, what else could I encounter
that I don’t already know: what
bigger than mine and your heart,
Lord?

But these two windows on the world
they still manage to make me dream:
life lived
and the one still to live.

Yet all that remains is a few broken branches
or the nostalgia of my fragrant orange blossom flowers
frozen together with oranges last winter
and then patiently awaken from me
into small gems now reborn.

The memories, the gems of a lifetime
concentrated in so few small things…

And a sky
a bright and beautiful sky
more beautiful than all the skies in the world:
the one you look at me every day.

The sky from which you will come to take me.


Associated Contents

Two poems set to music by Mara

For our brother
Don’t dirty the sea

Dedicated to our now deceased mother
Mother come down

Liberating like a caption to a photo of life that is not entirely immediately understandable.” Maria Gabriella, Gabri, Foglia.
Cover image

Preface by Massimo Caon

Comments on the book “My sister Mara”

By Paola Verdinelli De Cesare

E-mail titled “An intense thought

“But the main reason I’m writing to you is to tell you that I’ve reread your thoughts on MY SISTER MARA a couple of times.

They have a truly overwhelming intensity, spiritual lightness, courage and intimate authenticity. In a few lines you were able to condense everything, said and unsaid, experienced, suffered and hidden, of your rich existences.

It involved me greatly and gave me a key to understanding and an insight into the plots that helps illuminate the understanding of the relative and absolute being of each of us.

As soon as I had it I leafed through it with admiration for the layout, the multiplicity of testimonies (photos, poems, painting, preface, typographical layout) and only a bird’s eye view of the last part. Instead, the highlight of the whole thing, which forces you to go back to the pages and enhance its scope, is your testimony. A way for you to be sure that you have not lost but found your older sister, to have her inside you with all the extraordinary company that you were able to commemorate and relive with her.

Well done Mirella, a big kiss, grateful for the example you gave us. 

Your Paola”

Response to Paola’s e-mail from Maria Mirella D’Ippolito

“You know Paola,

a very great desire parallel to the meanings that emerged from within me, was and is that my reading of Mara’s story and her sacrifice can be useful to many others. Your words regarding my part make me think that maybe I succeeded.

Along with all this, the great desire to make Mara’s art eternal.

Thanks again to you.

Your Mirella”


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