Short Biographical
Concetta La Placa is a poet, writer, aphorist, critic, translator, social activist and author of the magazine Alessandria Today. She is present in the international poeticscene.
She has published seven collections of poetry.
She is Ambassador of Peace and Culture of the IFCH Forum.
She received Dottorato honoris causa of Forum internazional for Creativity and Humanity Regno del Marocco Reg. n. 43/2018 fnaydek Marocco, for her efforts in the fields of culture, art, peace, coexistence and humanity.
She is member of:
– Carta de la Paz Project (Dra. Hc María Elena Ramírez).
– Mresident of RRM3, Prof. George Onsy
RENAISSANCE Millennium III.
– She is an official member of an organization called «Chair of Women».
She is a member od Accademy Of Farsala – Atene.
She lives in Rome.
She has worked as a professor at the L.U.M.S.A. University of Rome and at the Ministry of
Labor and Social Policies.
She is known in the international poetic scene because her poems have been published in
various anthologies of various authors and magazines from different countries of the world
(Spain, Serbia, Bangladesh, India, Brazil, United States, Peru, Uruguay, Vietnam, Mexico,
Costa Rica, Colombia, Portugal, etc.).
1) RAIN
It's raining, slowly
and every drop drips,
slowly washing my heart.
Inside it now
there is nothing left of you,
no sign.
Only this wet
around me that,
of the rainy evening,
can still refract light
inside me.
2)NEVER THE SAME AGAIN
The life,
like a river in flood,
surprises us.
It flows among unexpected currents,
and it's in constant motion.
And we cradled by its fluctuating motions,
we will never be the same again.
3) THE EMPTINESS OF THE SOUL
If man stops loving,
slowly dies.
his heart goes out like a flame on which the breeze blows gently.
it goes out because its heart has dried up, like a burnt out candle.
And, one heart, a thousand dull hearts, let the world get lost among a thousand deafening
noises,
slowly dissolving humanity in the void of the soul.
LOVE IN SEPTEMBER
I still remember you, my love,
and those September days
that turned golden like bunches
of ripe grapes on the vine.
The warm rays of the sun
filtered a soft light,
that died in your gaze,
with each of our farewells.
Nature was colored
orange, like our
young hearts, inflamed
by an enthralling, flourishing love.
YOU IN MY THOUGHTS
In this autumn sky, I would like to lose my saddest thoughts.
I would like to dye them fiery red like this September sunset.
Let them free toward ethereal, wandering clouds.
I would like them to wander into infinity, to reach your soul.
To remember and dream, love, of you again and always.