Everyone has got a flag
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.
Amazed by Jesus
I was a shepherd
longtime ago
somewhere in Bethlehem
watching my sheep
Though I was waiting
for Someone to come
I could believe
only to my sight
Then I saw a light
sparkling 'n
the sky
I heard a voice
singing with joy
I joined the star
aimed to see
the Glory of God
the King of glee
I'm still astonished
looking today
as Jesus wanted
choosing to stay
The least of poorness
neatness of magic
plenty with nothingness
the brilliance of love
Please leave me Jesus
the eyes of a boy
watching at the Holy Crib.
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Where I’ll
be going
This
afternoon
After
visiting my tired old father
And my
mother,
searching
on television
Her
youngish lost dreams?
Where will
I go?
Where will
I go
If my fate
Coerces me
here
Where
struggle is harder
Against
prejudice
Against
habitude
Against the
foresaid?
My body
suffers
From
constraint continence
‘cause I
don’t Know the way
To astral
projection
For
escaping the world.
I so can’t
get
any stuff
To keep me
on
And got no
place
To go to
This
afternoon
And I might
be writing somewhere:
“When I’ll
be going?”
We’ll unfold our verses
If everything’s been written
And everything been said
We won’t speak anymore
We won’t write anymore
But if we are new prophets
Sent to remind manhood
The world belongs to God
And if the world drowns off
In the mud of inky well
And scribes and Pharisees
Roar in the vanities
Then we’ll still howl our
dreams
Writing down all our visions
And against their arsenals
We will unfold our verses.
In
Cagliari September 2008
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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!
I still 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!
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.
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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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!
1.
How beautiful is love
I fill a pillow with your hair
And keep it
close in night-time!
If you don’t love me
Let me do it my way.
Don’t laugh on me Elem
Please don’t
‘cause I would hate you
Instead I love you:
how beautiful is love!
In
Cagliari, November 76
