Memories from the past

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CW1FTLMB

My time is over

Your promises of love

hang over me

like shadows

Sweet young girl

And I realize

My time is over

To be in love with you.

Memories from the past

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CW1FTLMB

Sometimes people are strange

 

 

I don’t know why people are strange

they   never want to make a change

  I might look  same at their own eyes

My  poetry no new ways tries

 

I always search reasons of life

And I dislike all human strife

I‘ve been long time singing of love

Something like more a mourning dove

 

I claim for peace and brotherhood

I fear to be misunderstood

I cry the times have gone away

I should depart but still I stay

 

Never will change a poet’s heart

Always will live the world apart

That’s our fate I might believe

Can’t never get  what we conceive!

Jesus’s Conception

 

https://www.amazon.it/dp/B0181HCMKY

 

That’s  the way the conception  happened

Of Jesus Christ: His mother,  The Holy Mary,

to Joseph was engaged, man of the dynasty  of David.

After the Angel had  announced,

She would  feel the seed of the Spirit Saint

She started feeling pregnant as she was!

 

Joseph, who was a correct man,

As soon as he knew the strange event

yet perplexed and also worn out,

resolved to a secret surrender

of the nuptial promise, in order  to prevent

every scandalous clamor! Taken

this way the decision, an Angel of God  appears

in dream to Joseph,  saying to him:

“Put apart your doubts and your fears

‘cause the Child, Who’s in

Mary belongs to the Holy Spirit!

Therefore keep With you  the Mother

and the Child will be born from her.

You Will call Him Jesus, The Savior!

As a matter of  fact He will save from the sin

Your people!”As Isaiah had foresaid :

“The  Child whom the Virgo will give

Birth to, will be called Emanuèl;

which means‘Jahvèh with us '!

 

Joseph as woke up

Did exactly as the Angel of God had told him;

He took With him

Her bride who had never known man

and  She gave birth to a boy called Jesus!

Memories from the past

 

Please pray for me

 

Those shots

the 13th may 1981

at St Peter Sq

saw me 

cold witness of time

but I cried for you

later on 

when I saw you

trembling under the weight

of your Cross;

please pray for me

among the Angels

your being is the brightest

proof of God's existence!

De Sicilia a Piamonte con Garibaldi

https://www.amazon.com.mx/dp/B0BQJNNXKV

Segundo en la Clasifica Amazon mi novela Italiana "De Sicilia a Piamonte con Garibaldi".

La novela es la historia real de un héroe Garibaldi, injustamente olvidado, que se llamaba Gaspare Nicolosi de Mazara del Vallo. Su historia me la contó su sobrina de línea, Silvia Nicolosi, cuando tenía noventa años. A continuación se muestra el prefacio de la profesora Silvia Nicolosi Dessy Deliperi a la primera edición de 2012.

"Mi abuelo Gaspare fue un hombre y soldado estimado y muy honrado. Lamentablemente murió muy joven, en 1904, a causa de un infarto y la abuela Luigia, a quien tuve tiempo de conocer, junto con mi tía materna más joven, murieron con pocos días de diferencia, arrasadas por esa espantosa enfermedad mortal. que causó más muertes en Europa que la guerra.La historia de los complots contra mi abuelo fue inventada deliberadamente y con su prosa agradable y fluida Basile logró hacerla muy verosímil. Concluyo diciendo que Basile y yo no pretendemos ser historiadores, sino sólo demostrar que el movimiento del Resurgimiento se sintió en muchas familias, que supieron soportar las muertes con dignidad. En definitiva, creemos que nuestra historia es un pequeño trozo que debe insertarse, con razón, en el gran mosaico glorioso de la muy dolorosa historia de nuestra Italia. Cumplí 100 años hace unos días y esto me hace perdonar la escasez e incertidumbre a la hora de escribir. ¡¡¡Un profesor de literatura entonces!!! Disculpe, pero la naturaleza es implacable". Cagliari, 19 de abril de 2012 Silvia Nicolosi Dessy Deliperi

Espero un dia que mi novela pueda ver la luz en idioma castellano. Por el momento es disponible en su version Italiana en Amazon a través del siguiente enlace: 

https://www.amazon.com.mx/dp/B0BQJNNXKV

Memories from the past

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CW1FTLMB

I don’t want to be a poet anymore

I don’t want to be a poet

I want to be none

But a casting shadow in the night time

Looking for his own body!

 

I don’t want your mercy

Your esteem

I don’t need your approval

I’m not looking neither for success

Nor for glory

Not even for reigning

Over golden-plated  worlds.

 

I don’t search a leadership

Over Wastepaper troops

But I’m only on search

Of my real, original stuff!

 

Blame me deeply

Crush me under your feet

Forefinger me

As a pattern of human abjection,

Driven by your envy

you will be

slaves of your own

measured freedom.

 

You will be winners

As well as defeated

Struggling the battle.

You will be the machines

Of your own progress!

 

On construing

You’ll be destroying

And going towards

You will go backwards.

Inevitably!

Memories from the past

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CW1FTLMB

Flower of Antioch

(for  Inès)

Goodbye flower of Antioch

I sucked your nectar

For a day

And then

I have blown away!

 

Ah if my fate had made me not a bee

I would not be here

Flying from bloom to bloom

Searching for inexistent happiness

But between your petals

Fragrant of love.