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Sunday, February 7, 2016

The alabaster jar

From Saint Matthew's Gospel
Chapter 26
VV 6-13

One day Jesus was in Bethany,  with Simon
The leper.  While they had been sitting
at table,  a woman came with the intention 
To wash  Jesus's hair, with one of those perfumes 
known for their big value!
The  disciples didn't like it however:

-         “If she didn't have so quickly 
broken the jar of alabaster with  the ointments
it kept inside, we would have sold it, for three hundred
and more guineas, and given to  unhappy poor men!”

The complaint   reached the ear of Jesus who said:

“Why are you upsetting this woman?
What she has done for me is indeed a nice thing!
As for the poorest, with your zeal
You will always be able, with good actions,
to help them, but you will not always have me. 
When she poured this ointment on my body,
she did it to prepare me for burial. 
 In truth I tell you, whatever space will find my Gospel,
what she has done will be told as well,

in remembrance of her.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

And I’m still lonely like a stone

And I’m still lonely
Like a stone.
When you are alone at  birth
You'll live alone
Only God
Makes me not feel 

In Sardinia, on  1990

Tuesday, January 5, 2016


So graceful looks the political man
when appears on television and when
needs an election support!

And when the seat eventually  he has got
is back a tough politician again!

Monday, December 21, 2015

My Mother Earth

Who knows where I've been in the last twenty centuries?
May be I was a roman soldier
guarding the Adrian Wall
where I met a pale blue eyes blonde love
to warm my winters
to show me love is anywhere
and I was scattered back
on some Mediterranean  coast
groping with the Normans
a new life, which is also
and again an old life;
like that I had as Greek's slave
before my manumission
when I captured those
I had been conquered by.
And when  I'll be searching
for other worlds
far in the skies
will I remember

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Songs for Elem

Ain’t that love?

My love was desperation
Because around me
It was all emptiness,
And I just needed 
A  heart beating for me
To fill my longing to love!

But  is it love?

If our  fate
has brought us here together
Oh Elem
And I have seen on you
The end of  loneliness
When  counting down
the minutes between us
And if  I pained   leaving
rejoiced coinciding
staring at any people
Searching of you
And if I  winced up 
At any resembling  shadow
And you were become a master
of my any single dream
 devoured by anxiety  
and I didn’t feel  hunger nor thirst

And every single thought, 
Every single word,
Every single thing
Every single person
were you

Isn’t that love?

                                       In  London 1977