Echoes from a sad soul

 

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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!

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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!"

 

 

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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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.

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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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!