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.
But I still write poems
I saw my brother
tired
Under the scorching sun
And I passed straight away
Without a gesture
Without a word
Just with a
thought
To share his pain.
But I still write poems!
And I’m still lonely like a
stone
And I’m still lonely
Like a stone.
When you are alone at your birth
You will live alone
Forever.
Only God
Makes me feel good!
All in the same time
And you, in
Australia,
or somewhere else
in the east of my country,
have already had
your diner
and you’re going
to enjoy yourself
with your friends
in your free
country
while someone else
in the west
is still sleeping
may be dreaming of
his best;
I can’t believe
in this same
time
that I feel free,
if not happy,
people are
starving down in Africa
people are banned
off from web in China
widows are burned
somewhere in India
women are hit
everywhere in the world
All in this same
time
while I’m sitting
here
in front of my PC
All in one time.
There is love and love
There is sibling love
There is a father’s love
There is a mother’s love
That never deceives
There is filial
love
There are lovers
Burning on passion
There is love in a
marriage
That does not imply any trouble
There is the divine love
Higher and eternal
that never fails!
I do not want to write poems
anymore
I do not want to write poetry
Made of lines that drip
Blood oozing from my heart!
I do not want to write poetry
wails of a denied love
Lamentations of my solitude!
And only the prayers
soothe
My thirst for love!
Your power won’t last forever
Come on great men of the world
who owe the power
You have already had much money
To move on soldiers
much gold to feel stronger
luxury palaces to live comfortably safe in!
And fields, ground, soil, trees,
Rivers, lakes and seas
As far as your own eyes can get
‘Till the horizons can show!
But do you really think
your power will last forever?
Don’t you remember Ramses the Third,
Cyrus of Persia, Nebuchadnezzar,
Alexander the Great, the emperor Augustus
and all the kings from 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!
But don’t never forget
Whom God created the world for!
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Now I know what is love
Now I know what is love
Not the sudden passion
that turns off soon
and then rises again
Not even your eyes
May be sincere
But not eternal
Not your vain, fallacious promises
But the Word that never betrays
It’s
true love!
The poet’s claim
The lambs lie down
on Westminster
sacrificed by the
shot dead priest
of the 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 the whole
humanity,
please, put apart
any selfishness
and hear the poor
poet
claiming for
justice.
In London the 22nd
of March 2017
Now I know what is love
Now I know what is love
Not the sudden passion
that turns off soon
and then rises again
Not even your eyes
May be sincere
But not eternal.
Not your vain, fallacious promises
But the Word that never betrays
It's true love!
Don’t ask me why
Don' t ask me why I've been there
Why I had to fill the emptiness of my days
Why was I lost in the dark nothingness
Why I didn't have a place to go to
Don't ask me why
I only remember now
the time of
hope
The smoking rings
The dreaming trips
That's our life
Made of mistakes
Driven by mysterious course
Aimed to search
What you think to be true
And the time being the cheater of our senses
Only God
Cannot mislead
Our souls.
Let them sing
Let them sing,
all over the Country,
let them sing!
Let them sing,
they are the real voice of the
Country!
Let them sing, in the name of liberty,
let them sing in the name of dignity!
Let them sing against speculation,
Let them sing against criminal finance!
Let them sing for the world is their world,
let them sing for their sons, for their daughters!
Let them sing with the voice of the sixties!
Let them sing remembering flowers!
Let them sing for a new world to come!
Lost
in the House of Dawn
Ehi, Mr Shadow
Would you please tell me
How has gone away
the age of Aquarius?
That story full of love,
Hope and romance!
And why now
cannons balls
Keep on flying?
Please, tell me
where the best
minds
Of your generation
Are resting now?
Talk to me again
Of peace,
Speak again of brotherhood!
Aren’t you
used to live your
Own life anymore?
Or you’ve really got lost
In The House of Dawn?
Let them celebrate
Let them
celebrate
the end of your world,
they want to celebrate:
the American dream is over;
they are celebrating
money growing over nothing;
let them celebrate
discovering your rootless brushes;
they need to celebrate
the burial ceremony
of criminal capitalism;
they 've got to celebrate
the funeral
of greed octopus
which scrounges their people!
Let them celebrate
the dawn of new distribution
of richness of earth!
Let them celebrate
the end of your world.
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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
game of loneliness
As a raining March
Run fast
The white sheets of my life
Each chapter a missed opportunity
Always the last
The best
Every beginning, a program never respected,
And every time I find myself
Prisoner among four walls
Sentenced like a Shadow,
to live a life
already lived!
II
But I go ahead
striving to forget my past
my errors, my
mocking ghosts
trying to leave them behind.
And in my solitude
Their game is easy!
If you find a
skeleton
tied by wires to
another skeleton,
tied to another
skeleton
and still to
another one, that’s me.
Do not look for
me in any place,
in a hole or in a
ditch.
I lie in those
deep and twisted cavities
Flowed by rivers
which are common in the Kras region
shared by Italy, Slovenia and Croatia
and ill-famed as
swallow holes.
Please wrap me in
a wired drape
and give what
rests of my body
back to my
beloveds,
to my homeland
and to the things
of God.
I hate no one and
forgive all.
Just one last
thing I’m going to ask you:
open the eyes of
your children to the truth!
