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The new day
(on death of my brother Mauritius)
Now the veils of
Maya have fallen
And no longer
covers your body
The armor of the
Syrian Naaman;
I see on your face
Shining again the
ancient light
Of our childhood
games
When hopes
were all to come
And the misleading
curtain
Which hardens the
hearts
Had not yet come
between us.
Run now
On your nimble
legs
Wait for me in the
sunny lands
Where the sun
never sets down.
The poet’s claim
The lambs lie down on Westminster
sacrificed by the shot dead
priest of nothingness faith
pushed by madness
moved by hate
sent by pretending prophets
who now are cheering up
for more victims
in the pantheon web
of foolishness.
But two faults
never can make a why,
and violence can never be justified
even if you had a reason
to be spent
somewhere.
Men of power,
for the sake of the True
Merciful God
of all humanity,
please, put apart all your selfishness
and hear the poor poet
claiming for justice
and give to every people
their own land.
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Then came a Man
I remember when
at winter solstice,
we danced under
the stars
to propitiate favors by gods!
Then came a Man,
Son of the Only true God!
I still look at skies
when stars assemble in December!
But now I know
who to pray
for humanity's weaknesses
and for the beauty of the world
I have someone to thank!
I don’t know why
people are strange
‘cause never want to make a change
I might look
the 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!
Four men in search of the truth
There were four
men
searching for
truth.
They all knew
that sixteen
hundred years before
Someone was asked
by a washing
hands' man
to say its meaning.
One of them
is on the Tower of
Pisa
which is still
bending
since then
'cause he refused
to declare the
earth is flat
to the clergy men
to the rappers of
truth
Several miles away
another one is
convicted
by other false
truth holders
he has lost his
wife
he's lost his
goods
he's lost his
freedom
and he's Lost
Paradise
And Torquato
has been serving
for seven years
through
in a madhouse
for his poetry was
full of truth.
The fourth man
lies
straight and tall
in the middle of a
square
where his
unfortunate harsh
took the place of
the flowers
He seems to warn
the passing-bys:
"Please, mind
the truth!"
Please keep on singing
Tie me like
Ulysses,
I don’t want
run to death
hearing those
songs!
Bind me Lord!
But you keep on
singing!
The sins are not
yours
for the shores I
crave
or the eyes I seek
or the thrills of
my restless soul!
I beg you to keep on
singing.
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Listen to the voice of the
poet
Come on big men of the world
You that owe the power
You have already had much
money
To move on soldiers
You have already had much gold
To feel stronger
You have already had luxury
palaces
To live comfortably safer in
And fields, ground, soil,
trees,
Rivers, lakes and seas.
You have taken in everything
your eyes can see to the horizon.
But do you really believe that
your power will last forever?
Don’t you remember Ramses the
Third,
Cyrus of Persia,
Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar
Alexander the Great,
the emperor Augustus
and all the kings of the past
up to Napoleon?
You’re now inventing new
richness made of nothing
You’re exploiting the soil
under its surface
And even you’re searching for
more in the universe
Still cheating the poor!
Listen to the voice of the
poet men of power:
don’t never forget
for whom God created all the
things of the world!
Come on! Let them do, let them pass
Today is not time
To shoot people anymore!
Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not time
To stop goods anymore!
Come on! Only one thousand dollars
Will cost you a plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is falling down!
Laissez faire, laissez passer!
There are bound to be changes
For our lives further on!
It’s crashing down
Together with our illusions
Their false promises
The wrong secular hope!
Come on!
The wall is not hiding anymore
The totems of progress!
Let’s go worshipping
The glittering gods
Bounding ahead!!
And I remind
those songs
talking of peace
talking of love.
Today I remind them
listening to the radio.
I hear from the news
that after
decades
cannonballs keep flying
men searching for
command
and people keep dying.
But now I don't blame God anymore
for the man's thirst of power
for his greed of money.
Everyone has got a flag of glory
to cover the shame of death
and make his
murders
as were a right.
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Who knows where I've been in the last twenty
centuries?
May be I was a Roman soldier
guarding the Hadrian Wall
where I met a pale blue eyes blonde love
to warm my winters
to show me love is anywhere
anyhow.
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
my Mother
Earth?
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Sometimes I think:
“God, help me,
I feel alone and I fear the
world,
the life, the death.”
Then I look in to my brothers’
eyes
And I discover my same fears
and with them I can share the
walk
to rejoice the impervious path
of life.
I so wonder:
“Who are you God?
Are You our fears?
Are You our weakness?”
Blasphemer I think:
“We do have created You!
We certainly did
In our image and likeness!
Mirror of our uncertain minds
Comfort shelter
Cave in the storm
Nourishing Cow
Heather Sun!”
But if
I think about Christ
Limbs nailed on the Cross
Two thousand years of bleeding
sores
Best among Manhood
Example and Verb:
something that I can’t explain
touches me in the depth
of the ancient memory of life!
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The path of no
return
I would like to
join the melodious breath
Of the wind's whistle all around
In this corner of
the mountain,
if I could only
forget
the world I
come from!
But how can I
forget
That birds of
death are circling
Over our heads?
How it can be
forgotten
We are
living surrounded
by volcanoes of war,
as a powder
magazine
at the mercy of
the power?
And when the sky
embraces the retreating sun,
a ring shining
charming and desperate
leads me to wonder
if humanity has
not already taken
a path of no
return.
