Hélène came to Rome for our celebration on February 1st and left us with this poem.
Hélène is 22 years old and has cerebral palsy.
She writes, with considerable effort, using an electronic device.
She lives in Brussels at "Toit," P. Roberti's residence.
Faces
There are faces full of sorrow
That know only despair
There are faces too serious
They too are unhappy.
There are faces of children
That are smiling
There are faces of the elderly
Who have kept their gentle gaze.
There are faces worn down by suffering
And yet they trust in life
There are faces that see everything in black
Those ones have lost all hope.
There are faces that look at me with pity
And others that look at me with friendship
There are faces that meet one day
And love each other always.
I know two wonderful faces
When they look at each other they are happy
These two faces, so simple
It is so good to look at them.
It is to these two faces that I love
That I dedicate this poem.
- Hélène, 1975
Volti
There are faces full of sadness
That know only despair
There are faces too serious
They too are unhappy.
There are faces of children smiling
There are faces of the elderly
Who have kept their gentle gaze.
There are faces destroyed by suffering
And yet they have trust in life
There are faces that see everything in black
These ones have no more hope.
There are faces that look at me with pity
And others that look at me with friendship
There are faces that meet one day
And that love each other always.
I know two wonderful faces
When they look at each other they are happy
These two faces full of simplicity
It is so beautiful to look at them.
To these two faces that I love
I dedicate this poem.