We have been sharing a lot of time
You
are so kind to me
As
woman in love
Nice
to my eyes
As
delightful is a man in love
Romantic
quite enough
Always
anxious waiting for me
When
I’m not in
You
are
Best
friends of mines
We
share a lot of things
We
have been sharing
A
lot of time
Together.
Seven billion of seconds
Don’t think a second
It’s only a second
It’s worth indeed
Seven billion of seconds
Each human being
Sighs, breaths, speaks, drinks, eats
Enjoying life, suffering for lives
Each and every second
Of the world.
I promise to talk
If there is
someone who knows, he must talk!
To tell us why the
Son
has been torn from
His Mother…
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? Can somebody
tell me why?
Please let talk
those who can, those who want it!
And if you Know, please talk about it.
I promise I will
do it
For not to forget.
In Cagliari, January
2005
Drift of Civilization
(In death of Edoardo
Sanguineti)
The green wood
crashed
From the third floor
down
while Edoardo
like dry wood
was left
two hours
waiting
for help;
meanwhile television,
radio,
newspapers,
networks,
were babbling of
heroes,
other green wood
sent to die
by pompous senators
Pharisees of the
third millennium
in the name of a
homeland
with no more
fathers!
But what kind of
place
has become this Country,
Where poets live
and die
In the utter
indifference,
while bitches and
their pimps
make the news
wide coverage’s
enjoyed
by the newly
scribes
In a frenzy of amps
That seem to lead
us
Into the drift
Of our civilization?
Lost
in the House of Dawn
Would you please tell me
How has gone over the story
Of the age of Aquarius?
That story full of love,
Full of hope, full of romance!
And how goes now that
The cannon balls
Keep on flying?
And where the best minds
Of your generation
Are resting now?
Please, tell me again
Of peace,
Speak again of brotherhood!
Aren’t you the one
Who used to live his
Own life anymore?
Or you’ve really got lost
In The House of Dawn?
In death of my
father
I do not remember
now
In the name of
what kind of freedom
Your agendas I used
to fight
though today I know
The law we faced
up
Later I knew
That not of iron
was made your
heart!
And how many fairy
tales,
I still had to
tell you
But you seemed to
be eternal!
Play in the
heavens
Trumpet of silence
In honor
Of that sergeant
Who is no longer
here
among us!
While praying I understood
Full of thoughts
Is the silent man
yet out of my
mouth
I sigh gushes of
pity.
And I understood
that Love
is a divine ray.
Tre tripping soul
The best of my brothers,
those who made the revolution
Love seekers
poetry creators
of poem’s verses
which caress my heart
are gone.
I also begin to arrange my bag
For the last journey,
that of the
soul
Like a river water
Now everything slips away
Like does in the
river
The water on the stones:
even your beauty,
your youth too;
but I can love you
only with my thoughts
turned to God.
