And Nobody will know the reason why

Let me   kiss your feet baby,
I love them, allow me to kiss them,
I promise  you: only your feet,
Nothing else,
nothing more than your splendid feet.
I love them.

II
And you will be laughing, without telling  me why
because this is fantastic,
how you can laugh
without any  reason;
Let’s have another drink and   smoke a little more,
 come here,  we will be
peacefully  alone.

III
God damn you,  bastard Hungarian,
Ballacks to you;
the world around us  is so great
that I don't understand how you are not able
to find another damned place to go to;
and I’ll tell you much more:
I   understand  German;
  I really do understand it , ‘ you know?
And even if you spoke any other bloody language,
I would understand you as well,
‘cause tonight I will kiss her feet!
Look at them:   they are so beautiful,
gilded as her hair,
and soon I will be  kissing them.
And she will laugh
the way she only knows ,
and nobody
  will know the reason why.
London 1978

I promise I'll talk (for not to forget)

If there is someone who knows, he must talk!
To tell us why the  Mother
  has been torn from her Child…
And the  Brother from his  Brother….

And why  guiltless children?
And   timeless old men?
Why?

I can still  see them,
on spirit and  flesh
 fluctuating through the chimney pots
 greeting us with a compassionate smile.

I, still hear barks and voices
  assembling,
frightening,
dispersing,
 chopping off bonds of affection:
  we won't see them  anymore.


I feel
the shame to be a man!
And the fear to be alive and to love!

But why
if even Jesus Christ,
from the Cross,
had already forgiven us!
Why? Why?

Speak, you that you can! You that you know!
Speak!

I promise that I will talk…

For not to forget.

Cagliari, January the 26/27   2001

I used to be a poet

I used to write of poetry

but then I was very younger

Now there are so many poets on line

and too many trials on court.

I used to be a poet

in the time I believed 

all the people were good

Now I see so much poetry

ant too many warriors on earth

I used to write poems

long time past

Now I pray God

for a world of real love

and real peace!

 

The bitter surprise

You could have told me it was so hursh, boys!!! It tastes so sour!!!!I thought it was an apple or something sweeter!!!

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Smile please!

That's what asked the photographer to the two brave hikers who choose to take their souvenir picture on a 1000 suspended rock!
It seems that the two braves didn't find too easy smiling while standing on there!

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The Queen of Saba

King Salomon's fame up to the Red Sea
90. came, at the opposite side of the north
from where Moses his people free
along the removed furrow and forth
 the Promised Land, at the time of the king
95. Ramses of Egypt , who might be the Fourth!
Yemen, is called today; but at that time
Kingdom of Saba, and was on its prime.

Queen of Saba having heard of this fame
Of  King Salomon,  carrying a real treasure
Overtook a  trip and all the same
100. She wanted to prove the right measure
Of his wisdom; to Jerusalem she came
With  thousand enigmas; no leasure
Showed the king solving  any question
And the  queen was  full of admiration!

to be continued

You are my dreams

I don't want to escape

anymore

There is no more time

to do it

We cannot search out

our dreams

for ever

Now my dreams are for God

and you are my dreams.