Nobody should suffer
yet how many women weep in secret
in the daytime undergrowth martyrs
violated by hands believed to be fraternal
locked up in a silence with no return
unmade in pain they cover bruises
with weary signs of a smile
the sowing of beatings
it is a burning fire that makes no noise.
It’s raining outside, the world doesn’t know and looks elsewhere
English Translation by Claudia Piccinno