It's springtime

It's springtime but there is no joy in my heart. The old gone verse echoes in my mind: " How many bombs/ must a cannon ball fly/ before the world/ is allowed to be free?"
And I ask my self: "Will never the man defeat is thirsty of power?
I'll keep on pursuing Good against Evil though I doubt the man will never take apart violence, greedness and power.

Happy Birthday Italy

Happy Birthday Italy!  I wish You a thousand of these days! A thousand, such as Garibaldi's Red Shirts,  who helped to create You, a hundred and fifty years ago; so many as those italic talents   the world admires of us!

Congratulations Italy: Because You existed before Your very birth, in that groove that Romulus was pleased to record seven hundred fifty-three years before the Great Sun of the World.

Happy birthday Italy, You bear on Your face  the pain of a miserable season and Your body shows scars and amputations by prophets and leaders of politics and deceit.

Congratulations Italy, fearless  and resigned heart, paternalism and love!

You'll never die as long as there is someone in the world who pronounces the word "Sì! "


In Cagliari, 17 March 2011 in the 150th anniversary   of the Unity .

Life comes from the sea

From the sea comes every life

And from the sea came the ancient fathers of Sardinia;

From the sea they did get their food

Before they discovered

Our rich, great land of Sardinia!

From the sea came the roman enemies

Conquerors, destroyers

And after them

Other avid merchants

Came to exploit, to kill.

But I still hope

That soon this same sea

Which is named after us

Might define again

The borders of our own land

And Sardinian people

Might take the sceptre of command

That the fate and the story

Has assigned to them

And just to them

ignazio salvatore basile

Sardinia 1981

Englished from original Sardinian language by the same author