In memory of the victims of the twin towers

 

The Twin  Lovers

 

I used to greet you

At ten to nine

 

We left each other

Rightly half way

Between the twin towers

 

We both work

At the 87.th floor

You in the norther

Me in the souther

 

Ten minutes

For the lift

To get me up

And see you again

Through the windows

Of the twin towers

 

But on that 9/11

I had  to wait

Twenty minutes,

Twenty long  horrible

Bloody minutes

Watching the smoke,

The flames,

The hell!

 

And now we rejoined

For ever

As powder and ashes

In  God’s Heaven!

                                                                                                         

My Mother Earth

 

Who knows where I've been in the last twenty centuries?

May be I was a roman soldier

guarding the Adrian 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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Magic Sardinia - 3

 

When I was younger I thought that our land deserved a better fate and that we colud join together to fight against the injusticies and abuses of the history (and perpetrad by the historians). 

I have never believed in violence, so my decision to fight pushed me to join a politician party that in the heighties was granted by more than a victory in the polls.

 But this party, which had been funded by the  great, honest politician and writer of  the past Emilio Lussu, showed to be corrupted and not able to make any change, as emerged in the ninties by numerous cases of politic corruption in the nationalist party of Sardinia called "The four dark brown" from the flag of the very region of Sardinia). Its top men, turned out to be more attached to power than the italic politician they declared to fight against for the indipendence of our people. Furthermore the sardinian people itself turned out to be individualistic, incapable to find a unity, fragmented into a thousand streams of different ideas!

In my old age I realize with sadness that sardinian people was a romantic idea, borned in my mind, present in my soul, but non-existent in reality.

Of course the vestiges remain of our great past when may be we colud be called a fierce people.

But there is also the disappointment of noting the envy and invidualism of a people without any guide.

3. to be continued

Another Europe is possible

I'm following the debate on Brexit. As everybody knows there are two positions on the ground:Leavers and  Remainers. But things are not so simple as one might think.
The leavers split up in two opposite parties: those who want to leave at any rate (we may call them hard brexiters, like the former London Major David Johnson) and those who want a good deal in order to soften in some way the negative impact of leaving the single market.
But also the Remainers are in some way divided: there are those who want to stay in the single market because they don't want to loose the profits which come from staying and there are those who want to stay because they believe in Europe as a new political reality capable to face the challenges that are waiting for us in this new century.
As Italian I belong to those Eruropeans who believe that another Europe is possible.
But not only we need another Europe to be stronger against the giants of the world: as a matter of fact we want to stay together because we feel we are brothers in Europe (someone says we are just cousins) and we share the same roots, the same history, the same culture.
Let's stick together to make a Great Europe, English, Scottish and Irish brothers!

The story of Mr Winningoes - 8

He cried, my old father, seeing the medals that I had conquered in the hot skies of Europe. With pride he told me that he knew of my heroic deeds, and now that his name, the glorious lineage of Winningoeses had been fully rehabilitated, he could happily die. I wished to him a very long life, leaving his medals as consolation of my not dilatory departure. My books, my studies attended me again, in the United States, for a new thrilling issue on the walk of truth.

Taking back to my searches I considered that I had to continue in a forced direction, if it were true, as it is true, that the brain of every living being contains, even though modified by the evolution, the original matrix of our existence.

8. to be continued...
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My Mother Earth

My Mother Earth

Who knows where I've been in the last twenty centuries?

May be I was a roman soldier

guarding the Adrian 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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Somewhere, Sometimes - III

Third scene

RUMISU’s Song

In the Gonare’s throne

Dead twenty years ago

Took seat Itzocare

Instead of my mother

But now the truth

Has to come up

For I’m grow up

And there is now whom is

going to advice me!

People of Nure

I’m going to claim

The scepter belonged

To my father Gonario

And who doesn’t agree

Must know that even up there

As we have heard just now from Bithia

The Moon is not waiting anymore.

 (The two cousins will fight for a few minutes, according to pre-established movements of fighting "Istrumpas (a sort of closer, harder wrestling)". Each phase of the fight will be accompanied by the cries of those present   forming  two factions: one for Damasu, the other in favour of Rumisu. The  struggle ends with Rumisu who sits on the Damasu’s body . As a sign of victory Rumisu shall lift the hands up while still sits on the opponent defeated. The people and all those present, except for close allies of Itzoccar and Anù, will applaud the new King Rumisu!)

Voices  from the crowd

-         Long life for Rumisu!

Voices  from the soldiers

-         Our Gods save  Gonario’s Son!!!

-         

Other  voices

-         Long life for the king of  Nure!

Rumisu (will silence all with a nod of autocracy and hand will lie to her uncle Itzoccar, ripping his stick of command and his mantle; will wear the cloak and then by challenging the stick between new cheers. Rumisu will quiet  all as above )

-         Might the peace be back at Nure for ever. Our command will be based on the ancient laws of our fathers!

Aristea (occupying the centre of the scene)

-         No, Rumisu! Just for those ancient laws I’m in love with Iolao! (Iolao joins Aristea ). I’m not in love with you, nor I love Damasu. Women are not presents to be gained by means of wars like mantels or scepters. Women are  preys of  love.!!!!!!

3. to be continued...

London for ever- 4

London is a word of six letters. But how many Londons do exist?
Each one of us has got its own London on his heart.
Still there is a London of great Hotels, made of excellent shopping, top of reastaurants and parties on old mansions, full of glory and history though I might suppose not all the hosts would understand where they are really celebreting their or someone's top life.
There is a London of young hostels, very crowded, full of emotions, of expectations, full of love.
There is a London in front of  following pints of tasteful lagers wherein to forget the sorrows of life.
And the London of busy people in search of honest and rich profits, in the city or in the west; and also the London of dirty profits, lascars and moneypickers, thieves and scroungers.
Whatelse you can add, and there is surely a lot to add, all these palpitateing souls are accommodated in the same large sorroundigs we use to call London.
And London is for ever.
4. bo be continued...

Just a searcher of love

“Ubi sunt qui ante nos in mundo fuere?”

This question grows in my mind, from time to time;

 “Where are those who lived the world before we did?!”

It’s a question I make searching for God or investigating on Him!

One day I discover that other people have questioned God

 or themselves about the same matter: 

surely Kindleben

 and before him some unknown poet in 1271 

or maybe a classic latin poet…

Is that to be a poet?

Asking all the time the same questions?

We need something new in the world…

I just wanted to be happy, not a poet…

If I were happy would not be a poet…

But a poet is not just a rhymer, or a versemaker…

A poet is a searcher for love!

Short History of Chess

Nobody knows were chess come from. Some say from India, others from China.

What seems for sure is that chess spread in  Europe through the Muslim's conquest of south territories. Among the first best players, in modern times,  are remembered the italian Gioacchino Greco, the french Philidor and the spanish churchman De Lucena.

The current rules are the result af a complex evolution made overall for quicking the game.

The first official tournament was held in England in the second half of the 19th century.

Generally speaking the strongest palyers seem to be Indians and Chinese players, though in the last fifty years the world's championship has been won by northamericans and russian players (Bobby Fisher and Gary Kasparov are may be the best known players in the public opinion).

There are millions of players all lver the world and the world champion on charge come s from Norway.

May be Chess will be included in the Olympic games since the next edition.

Wherever it comes from thanks to our ancestrors, whoever they might be, who grand manhood with a great, clever and enjoyable game. 

Samson's Deeds - II

 Samson showed  very soon  his strongness
  fighting against the  Philistines
who at that time were plenty of guiltyness,
for a forty year long cruelty of crimes
to those tied with him through  Jewishness
never I had so strong a friend of mines;
whith naked hands he defeated a lion,
his strenght alone equalled  a batallion!!!

Moses' Deeds -IV

So when the  child was grown  up, delivered
He was to Pharao’s  daughter ,   who paid her
to have nursed him; and was adopted
Like a  a son and called Wight a name Mosès,
“Which for Egyptian’s language “- she said-
“it signifies saved out of water!”
She had for that  child a  maternal affection
Though he  would be a hero  for Jewish’ salvation!


If you want to know  the history’s end
Go to the Bible  Second Book   and read
 of the ten sores that to Ramsès God will  send
and how  the Jewish prisoners fled
free ; and how  the calf that in the sand
the ungrateful worship of God instead!
I want to remember to my reader
That there he finds all better and greater!

The End

And then four crows will fly away- third part

-“The same day I knew by my teacher that I was the only heir of my mother’s estates, and that since the day of her death, whose he had been the honest and prudent administrator , as he would show to me in his detailed account. That man, I had so much hated and blamed, now that his ungrateful charge had come to end, seemed to me good and comprehensive, and his words calmed for a few time my incurable pain. By now, however, I had also to think about my life, and in those places I would never succeeded in shaking off me my sad past. I begged the reverend to continue to administer my goods and I departed, to the discovery of the world. I travelled at first through the United States, then I went to Canada, Australia, New Zealand. After I visited Europe, without never finding the courage to return to my country. Tired of the European Countries, among which I mostly liked your Italy , I departed to India and finally, always curious of new lands, I went to Africa. Neither women, neither alcohol, nor drugs not even the vices which I was devoted in those years succeeded in cancelling my bitter memoirs, until one day, while I was sojourning in Kenya, I fell ill, prey of strong fevers. Not a lot, then I gave, to live or die, but the Fate, had evidently prepared, that I survived, so that the programs could be realized, whose I will have the honor and the pleasure to communicate to you. Revealed therefore from the illness, I returned to America aiming however to south, that I had not visited yet. Going up again homeward, I stayed for a long time in Mexico, that not little fascinated me. By now being satisfied my curiosity of the world, I preferred to take over again my studies, more strongly and surely than before. I was akin of all: medicine, biology, physics, mathematics, chemistry, hidden sciences, illusionism, magic arts, engineering, electronics, astrology, philosophy, astronomy, sociology, anthropology, theology, ethnology, history, juridical, economic and political sciences and every other thing attracted my mind curious of reaching new knowledge. During the numerous years of my following study, it happened on me a gradual mutation that flowed, hitherto a short time, in a great, bright revelation. I had realized, deepening on studies that any single subject lost, little by little, until vanish, its own contours and that all acquired information met in a bubbly melting pot, to form just one, immense nucleus of knowledge. Yes, dear friends: our knowledge is an original, total unity. The single disciplines of human knowledge are but the infinitesimally small fragments that the mankind looks hopelessly for recomposing in to the aboriginal unity. Two were the necessary consequent corollaries to this thrilling discovery. The first one is that the brain of both animal and human beings constitutes, though at a different evolutionary stadium, a microscopic part of the primordial totality. The second is that human thought search, yet in a blind and messy manner, to recompose, at a mental level, the great, primitive explosion, the Big-Bang, through a long and fatiguing marching back, up to the innumerable light years that separate it, from an equal, roaring and powerful implosion. And if you consider that our mind speculates in the space-time as fast as speed-light, this kind of final Big-Imbang will appear less far than any hasty forecast.

 From the original ignazio s. basile's  italian novel.  English version by the same author
...to be continued...

Happy Birthday Italy

Happy Birthday Italy!  I wish You a thousand of these days! A thousand, such as Garibaldi's Red Shirts,  who helped to create You, a hundred and fifty years ago; so many as those italic talents   the world admires of us!

Congratulations Italy: Because You existed before Your very birth, in that groove that Romulus was pleased to record seven hundred fifty-three years before the Great Sun of the World.

Happy birthday Italy, You bear on Your face  the pain of a miserable season and Your body shows scars and amputations by prophets and leaders of politics and deceit.

Congratulations Italy, fearless  and resigned heart, paternalism and love!

You'll never die as long as there is someone in the world who pronounces the word "Sì! "


In Cagliari, 17 March 2011 in the 150th anniversary   of the Unity .