Then came a Man
I remember when,
at the winter solstice,
we danced under the stars
to propitiate the favor of the gods!
Then came a man,
the son of the Only true God!
Still I look at the sky above me
when the stars come together in December!
But now I know whom to pray
for the weaknesses of humanity,
and I know whom to thank
for the beauty of the world!
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I search of You at Dawn
Just when the shadows of the night
Are made pale by the rising sun
You are my first thought;
perhaps instinctively,
or for fear,
may be for love!
Grant me my Lord
to meet You
at the dawn
of our new life.
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Scene IV
(Soon after a clock has beaten up five hits, someone beats the entrance door)
Francesco (detaching himself)
- Someone has knocked at the door! May be Max is back.
Brenda (going to open the door)
- He often forgets his own keys when I’m at home though I’m waiting for someone at five o’clock!
Jonathan(Enters with a bag on his shoulder)
-Hello Brenda! Where’s old Max! I got a present for him in this bag!!!
Brenda (with surprise)
-It’s you, Jon?!? Welcome!! Max is coming back soon! Leave your present in your bag, please! I want to introduce to you a good italian friend of ours…….
Scene V
After they hear knocking at the door, Brenda goes to open it
(Enter Inspector Green and his two policemen)
Insp. Green (while entering, showing his badge)
-Everybody keep steady, please! That’s a legal search! (to Jonathan) And you Norman or Vincent or whatever you have been named in your Jamaica, give us that bag!!!
Jonathan ( still with his hand in the bag)
-I don’t think there is nothing interesting a legal search in my bag!!!
Insp. Green ( with sarcastic smile)
-Don’t worry about that, maroon! It’s up to us the valuation, isn’t it boys???
First PM
-Come on , young boy! Don’t make the Inspector been upset…
Second PM
- And I’m also very nervous indeed!!!
Jonathan
-I’m telling you that there is only a present for my friend’s Max birthday!!!!
Insp. Green(still sarcastic)
-Well! Why not? A very good present from Jamaica…
First PM (getting closer and grabbing Jon’s bag)
-Let’s see your present…
Second PM (drawing the pack out )
-I’ll try a guess! It weighs a pound…more and less
Insp. Green (tearing off the paper)
-Bloody Hell! Someone is kidding up!!! What does this book here mean ?
Jonathan (catching the paper from the floor in a very nervous voice)
-I believe I’ve told you a few times before, haven’t I? I hope you have some good paper to wrap it up again!!!!
First PM (grabbing the book)
-The Trilogy of Don Juan!!
Second PM (sneering)
-Who is going to read such a boring thing?!?
Jonathan (grabbing violently the book from his hands)
-I doubt you would be able to understand a only word of it!!!
Insp. Green (emptying the bag’s content on the floor)
-Well ! OK! Let’s stop messing around! You give us the stuff and we all be all right? Where is that pound of grass from Jamaica?
Jonathan (always angrier collecting his things from the floor)
-Listen to me now! My name is Jonathan Close! J, o, n, ‘you know? Without any h! My father is Jew ‘ you know? Though I can reasonably suppose that my ancestor’s bones rest in the English ground much before than yours’s! When in life they were famous for other pounds of different stuff….now if you’re looking for any grass either you go in to my house’s lawn or you catch a plane right to your beloved Jamaica, all right???
Insp. Green
- All right! You have well played your role, young boys! Just collect your things and let’s work out our business!! Who is the landlord here?
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A unique soul
I'm far from you now
but we were supposed to be
only one flesh
may be
a unique soul.
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.
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Scene III
(Max’s house living room; Francesco is reading a
book sitting in an armchair; Brenda comes from the central door who leads
upstairs; from the open door they can ear sounds of feasting voices and rock
music from late seventies;)
Brenda (entering)
-Here
you are Francesco! I’m sorry you are not enjoying the party!!
Francesco (closing the book on his left hand)
-Don’t
be sorry, Brenda! The party is all right. It’s me to be wrong!
Brenda (laughing)
-That’s
exactly what Max says when he wants to leave a party! Do you know where has
he gone, by the way? You left together
upstairs, didn’t you?
Francesco
-Well, I
simply followed him downstairs! And he just told me here I would be in a quiet
reading place, ‘you know? But after receiving
a phone call… he went out to make his own phone call…. I suppose that
telephone must be broken for calling out I mean(shows a telephone apparatus on
a table)…..
Brenda (pulling the telephone up with confidence)
-It
could be….but I ‘m not so sure …..
Francesco (with embarrassed voice)
-I
see….May be he had to make a sort of private call…. I would have left him alone
…..
Brenda (with
a reassuring tone of voice, sitting on the opposite armchair)
-Don’t
be upset, please, Francesco! Max is such a claustrophobic subject from time to
time...he wanted to go out.. that’s all! May I stay with you for a while?
Francesco
-Of
course you can! I’ll be pleased!
Brenda
-Will
you really?
Francesco (Putting the book down on the table and
sitting with crossing legs and folded arms)
-Sure !
Why should I not?
Brenda (sitting on the edge of the armchair and
lowing her voice)
-May be
you can be my confessor….
Francesco (laughing)
-I’m
sorry but I’m not enable to confess you! Not yet, at least….
Brenda (as above)
-But you
could however advice me…would you?
Francesco
-Well,
it depends from the matter, ‘ you know?
Brenda (with sensual voice)
-It’s a
matter of love!”
Francesco (showing indifference)
-What
kind of love does it deal with?
Brenda (surprised)
-Love is
just love, isn’t it?
Francesco
-Sure it
is! But it also takes so many forms….
Brenda
-Let’s
talk about sex and love!
Francesco
-Not
always sex and love march together, do they?
Brenda (sinking into the armchair)
-Don’t
be such a sophisticate prayer please! I’m just a mere student from art’s
school!
Francesco
-I know
you are! Max has shown me some paints of yours…
Brenda
-Has he?
How have you liked them?
Francesco
-They
show a sort of….How would I say? I mean
a sort of universal desire of love...But
I’m only a student from theological
‘s school, ‘ you know?
Brenda (laughing)
-‘You
mean desire to get love or just to give it?
Francesco
-I don’t
really know...may be both of them…
Brenda (closing back)
-Do you
think a woman can love two men at the same time?
Francesco (showing a little embarrassed)
-What do
you exactly mean by that?
Brenda
-That I make sex with Max and George… I mean, all
three together, at the same time, in the same bed, playing the same erotic
performance, do you understand me now?
Francesco
-Yes,
yes, I do! You don’t need to say more….
Brenda (closing weakly her eyes)
-We take
pleasure each other: I love them and they love me…
Francesco
-And you
would like to know my personal point of view or you prefer the theological rule
for such a matter?
Brenda
-I’m
just interested on your own personal point of view!
Francesco
-May be
you might be thinking of loving them but they, for sure, are in love one each
other!
Brenda (with surprise)
-What
are you trying to say to me?
Francesco
-I say
that Max and George pretend to love you but actually they realize their reciprocal love through
your body…
Brenda (feeling upset)
….in
other words you’re telling me that they
hide themselves behind my body?
Francesco
-That’s
right!
Brenda
-Though
difficult to believe it sounds quiet unpleasant to me!
Francesco
-I’m
sorry, Brenda! I didn’t really want to hurt you! That’s just what I have seen
inside your words!!
Brenda (sinking again in the armchair with a sigh,
firstly like in trance )
-
There are so many stale and unprofitable uses in this world...Nevertheless when
they lie with me I feel that my body is granting their desires, ‘you know? And afterwards they keep satisfied…
Francesco
-But my
question is: are you satisfied yourself?
Brenda (like above, after a short pause )
-
Sometimes I feel there is something unfinished in all that… as if I searched
for something else….may be a son to be mine above all… above
conventions… above his own father…whoever
he might be…
Francesco
-
‘You mean like in a sort of matriarchal society?
Brenda
-
It might be so…
Francesco
-But
human kind have already passed through
that stadium. I think the world must go ahead…
Brenda (like following her intimate thoughts)
- Sometimes
I feel so astonished.. so confused…so ungratified…
Francesco (standing up)
-When I
told you before, that there are so many
kinds of love, I meant that sexual love is an ever rising need: the more you
make it, the more you need it…As a matter of fact there is a superior level of
love which is able to extinguish for ever our thirst of love…
Brenda (standing up and embracing him)
-Please,
Francesco, show me that kind of love! Please, I really want it!
to be continued...
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 wasted love
Along the path
Of my wasted loves
Travels my mind
Through the beams
of the night
And I realize
now I miss
The God's wasted love!
In
Cagliari 2017
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
