TO GIVE A FACE AND A NAME TO THE WOMEN WHO HADN’T
I’m a face without name
I’ve no age and I die every day of every year (I live everywhere, in every region)
My story has never been told, and it will never happen, because no one knows about me. No one knows my cimitery and no one can never knows what i’ve done for deserve the death. My murderer continues to live in the silence, in the anonymity. Probably i’m a victim of a brutal jealousy, probably i’m a victim of a violent fight, of my beauty or of my simply womanhood. I was been killed in every way, my body without soul it was defaced or left to rot somewhere, on the earth. I speak every language, I’m atheist and I belief in every God, I wanted children, I’ll never see grow up mine. I’m married and maiden, student and retired, daughter and mom, I work and I’m unemployed. They took away from me time and liberty. They took away from me the words and the possibility to see how it would end. I wanted to be everything, but now I’m here, screaming my pain without voice, face and name.
from: “Put yourself in female shoes” 2014 – Portici (napoli) Italy