Concetta la Placa – Rome, ITALIA

Concetta la Placa


The author Concetta la Placa was born in Caltanissetta on 30/07/1960, but lives in Rome.

Since she was a child she has always shown that she has a creative nature.

After obtaining the scientific high school diploma, the author also obtained a four-year degree from the University of Trieste in Administration and Management of Social Policies, at the Faculty of Education.

From 1991 to 2006 he carried out his activity in the socio-health field at an ASL in Sicily, dealing with socio-health problems in the field of mental illness and drug addiction, then in the field of Health Education and “ Active Reception of Clandestine Immigrants in Healthcare, but, above all, in the primary prevention of adolescence.

Since May 2006, after moving to Rome, she has continued to deal with social issues, working in particular in the field of promoting the Rights of the Child and Adolescent at the Ministry of Labor and Social Policies.

Since February 2018 she has been involved in the promotion of the measure of the Inclusion Income and then of the Citizenship Income for the Contrast of Poverty at the General Direction of the Fight Against Poverty of the Ministry of Labor and Social Policies in Rome.

Despite she having left her Sicily for fifteen years to move to the capital, the author keeps the memory of her beloved island intact in her heart and feels that her roots are always and still firmly rooted in her hometown.

She Loves literature and poetry. She loves reading very much and, in her spare time, she delights in practicing creative writing and above all in writing verses, trying to capture on paper all the emotions that vibrate inside her heart, to transmit them, in an underground way, to her readers.

Every time she pauses in front of the sea, or she finds herself admiring a sunset or sees the sunrise, she perceives love and she tries to immortalize those moments of fleeting enchantment, blocking her emotions, not with a photo, but with good verses.

She has participated in several poetry competitions on the Italian and international scene, with good results and merit awards

and has published in many anthologies of Various Authors and in E-Books of national and international poetry competitions.

Many of his poems are still unpublished.

In December 2020 she published her first collection, entitled „Cosmic Love And Emotions In The Wind“, through the Munir Mezyed Foundation for Arts and Culture Romania.

Munir Mezyed is the great Jordanian-Palestinian poet, in existence, still in the running for the Nobel Prize for Culture, Peace and Dialogue between Religions.

The Silloge was published in two versions: the Kindle version and the paper version and is on sale on the Amazon platform.

It is a collection of 55 poems, all connected by a single „fil rouge“ which is that of Cosmic Love, that is, an extraordinary, unique and powerful form of love.

Cosmic Love, for the author, is nothing more than a relationship or an indescribable emotion for the little things that surround us in this immensity.

It is love for simplicity, for the beauty of nature; it is the overwhelming love between a man and a woman, enriched only by pure emotions that are inevitably intertwined with true and genuine feelings.

Cinque poesie.

Five Poems di Concetta La Placa.


Non ti ho mai dimenticata, mi dicesti tanti anni fa,

quando credevi, ancora,

d’amarmi davvero.

Asseristi  che tutta la tua vita

era stata imperniata

sul ricordo di me,

preziosa memoria di gioventu’.

Poi, un giorno capisti

che ero, ormai, sbiadita immagine in bianco e in nero di un’eta’ felice, spazzata via,  per sempre, dal vento.

Arrivo’, cosi,  quel violento uragano, portando  con se’

solo gelide e violente raffiche.

Fummo inseguiti con furia

dai mulinelli che avvolsero ogni cosa e non lasciarono dietro, neanche, una flebile traccia di noi.

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I’ve never forgotten you, you told me many years ago,

when you still believed

to really love me.

You asserted that your whole life

 it had been pivoted

on the memory of me,

precious memory of youth.

Then one day you understood

that I was, by now, a faded black and white image of a happy age, swept away forever by the wind.

So that violent hurricane arrived, bringing with it

only icy and violent gusts.

We were pursued with fury

from the whirlpools that enveloped everything and left not even a faint trace of us behind.


I miei pensieri si innalzano

e raggiungono vette

mai sfiorate prima.

Attraversano i sogni di una esistenza

desiderata  e mai vissuta

e astratti apici emozionali.

L’anima  si apre

al nuovo vento emotivo.

Il batticuore accorcia

un po’ il respiro.

Sono emozioni nuove 

che si stratificano

giorno dopo giorno,

anno dopo anno.

Mentre, la vita fugge via

e l’attesa riempie il vuoto

della tua lontananza

che e’ in me.


My thoughts soar

and reach heights

never touched before.

They cross the dreams of an existence

desired and never lived

and abstract emotional peaks.

The soul opens

to the new emotional wind.

The heartbeat shortens

a little breath.

They are new emotions

that stratify

day by day,

Year after year.

While, life runs away

and waiting fills the void

of your distance that is in me.


Tu sei il senso

di tutta la mia


Sei il raggio di sole

che illumina la notte buia

del mio cuore.

Sei tu, amore, che mi fai essere solo l’attimo fuggente di questo nostro eterno sentimento.


You are the sense

of all of mine


You are the ray of sunshine

that lights up the dark night

of my heart.

It is you, my love, who make me be only the fleeting moment of our eternal feeling.

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Amore materno

immenso, unico, insostituibile.

Amore eterno silente, inondante.

Amore che non conosce limiti.

Amore che coinvolge i cuori


Sentimento puro decentrato per sempre dall’ io.

Amore che va oltre le cose del mondo.

Amore sublime, immortale, che raggiunge ogni spazio, nutre, cura.

Così come solo il mio potrà sempre essere per te, figlio mio.

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Maternal love

immense, unique, irreplaceable.

Silent, flooding eternal love.

Love that knows no bounds.

Love involving hearts


Pure feeling forever decentralized from the ego.

Love that goes beyond the things of the world.

Sublime, immortal love that reaches every space, nourishes, cares.

Just as only mine can always be for you, my son.

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( contro ogni forma di abuso versi i più deboli da parte del sistema).

Attorno a noi solo tracotanza

e vile indifferenza, cinismo

e quel freddo non sense.

Orrore che si perpetra in nome

di un bieco e dissennato dovere

che, spesso, tale non è.

Si continua  a parlare

di diritti dell’uomo,

di diritto alla cura,

del diritto di libero arbitrio,

mentre altri decidono già

dall’alto dei loro scanni.

Tutto ciò ci limita

e ci riduce,  nelle mani altrui ,

a diventare delle mere

marionette senz’anima

e senza più una propria volontà.

Decide della nostra vita il più’ forte.

Cosi, il destino dei più deboli,

dei poveri malati, di chi, in questa vile società, nonostante gli immensi sforzi, non abbia ottenuto  inclusione,

si incastra nelle terribili e grigie maglie del “sistema”.

Per un vile destino

ha perso anche

la sua unica vera ricchezza,

la possibilità di essere

una persona libera e di poter  decidere della propria vita.

Così madri e padri  affranti

son costretti a lasciare,

per decisione altrui,  

i loro figli in mano al boia, a degli estranei che saranno  i nuovi genitori.

In nome di una giustizia

che non c’è.

In nome di un advocacy

che e’ latitante.

In nome di altri interessi

camuffati dall’ipocrisia.

Ancora una volta

hanno circondato,

con filo spinato,

cuori afflitti dal dolore

di uomini a cui hanno tolto anche ogni traccia di umana speranza e dignità.

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(against all forms of abuse towards the weakest by the system).

Around us only arrogance

and cowardly indifference, cynicism

and that cold non sense.

Horror that is perpetrated in name

of a sinister and senseless duty

which is often not the case.

We keep talking

of human rights,

right to care,

of the right to free will,

while others already decide

from the top of their seats.

All of this limits us

and reduces us, into the hands of others,

to become mere

soulless puppets

and without a will of its own.

The strongest decides our life.

Thus, the fate of the weakest,

of the sick poor, of those who, in this vile society, despite immense efforts, have not achieved inclusion,

gets stuck in the terrible and gray meshes of the „system“.

For a vile fate

he also lost

his only true wealth,

the possibility of being

a free person and to be able to decide about his own life.

So heartbroken mothers and fathers

are forced to leave

by someone else’s decision,

their children in the hands of the executioner, to strangers who will be the new parents.

In the name of justice

which isn’t there.

In the name of an advocacy

who is on the run.

In the name of other interests

disguised as hypocrisy.

Once again

they surrounded,

with barbed wire,

hearts afflicted with pain

of men who have also taken away every trace of human hope and dignity.

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