Praised to Karalis

 

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We came from the sea

Tossed by the waves

Following herons

Blown by the wind

What we were

We did not remember

What we expected

We did not know

 

But we promptly liked

The land of silence

Its intense aromas

the strong colors

the bitter tastes

Now festive and peaceful

Now furious and livid

As the mood of the sea

 

And we liked

right away

the eyes of women

for them we stayed

and for them we coped

those who came later:

 

Punic and Roman,

Byzantine,

Iberian and Italian!

 

They have been all embodied,

merged on layers,

fibers of wounded hearts,

vibrant memory of cerebral cortex,

throbbing earth

under our tired feet,

where they stand proud,

oh Karalis,

your magical hills!

 

 

 

 

Echoes of a sad soul

 

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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 again

Shining 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.

Echoes of a sad soul

 

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I do not want to write poems anymore

I do not want to write poems anymore

Verses made of lines that drip

Blood oozing from my heart!

I do not want to write lyrics anymore

Words template for a love denied

Lamentations of my solitude!

And only prayers

soothe

My thirst for love!

Sometimes they come back

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Sometimes they come back

(The New Slaughter of the Innocents)

 

Herotheniau and Dontius Pilatrum

Are plotting all around

The first wants to be again

The only king of Palestine

and that is why he’s  killing

all the children around Israel;

the second, is convinced,

 after two thousand years,

he has found the truth

he once asked Jesus about

now embodying it

with the arrogant recklessness

of one who wants no restraints or limits

except those he imposes on himself

And he would do well

to wash his hands of it,

even if they are stained with money,

oil, and power,

and he will never be able

to clean them.

Moreover, he is an accomplice

to king Herotheniau

in the extermination of innocent children.

Unfortunately, sometimes they return.

A love triangle in London

 

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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…

...to be continued...

 

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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 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...

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Scene II

(At local police station- Inspector Green’s Office)

(Inspector Green and two policemen)

 

Insp. Green

-Are you sure then???

 

First Pm

-Yes, boss! Our deep throat says our two men, Vincent and Norman,  have already received the stuff from Jamaica!

 

Second Pm (mocking an improbable advertising spot)

-One hundred pounds of very tasteful Jamaican grass!!

 

Insp. Green (whistling by surprise)

-Fucking hell!!! What bloody channel do they get  such an amount of stuff through???

 

First Pm

-Our informer does not know it yet!!!

 

Second Pm

-On the other hand which advantage we’ll  get if we stop these supplies?!?

 

Insp.  Green (paying the right attention)

-What do you exactly mean by that?

 

First Pm (after changing a mutual understanding glance with his colleague)

            -Do you know how much is worth that stuff out there???

 

Insp. Green

-‘don’t know….. may be a forty quid each pound…..

 

First Pm

-Which   sums up to four thousand fucking pounds…a lot of money, ain’t it?

 

Insp.  Green (smelling a rat)

-You mean it’s a shame burning such a great amount of money, don’t you?

 

First Pm (smiling shrewdly)

-As matter of fact it’s a  legal offence even burning a single banknote!

 

Second Pm

-I know an American lad who cuts the grass off from his garden each time they seize this kind of  drugs…..

 

First Pm

            …….and he mixes a quarter of marjhuana with three quarters of his grass up to make the seized quantity….

 

 

Second Pm

            ……He swears that the incinerator’s guys smell   properly those  burned goods !

First Pm

-Of course, three thousand pounds are to be shared in three parts…

 

Insp. Green (approving)

-Do we know  where is stashed the stuff?

 

First Pm

-Not yet, sir!  But we know for sure that Vincent and Norman will start selling the stuff today, right in the afternoon!!

 

Second Pm

-In order to get rid of it in the shortest time, they  plan  to deliver it to single customers all in a day, carrying the stuff in the car!

 

Insp. Green

-Do we know the car they will use for delivers? Must be a big one!!

 

First Pm

            - Yes sir, it’s a van!  Unfortunately  they change it every time, but we know the  address and      the right time of the first deliver!!

 

Second Pm

-We know that one of them waits in the van while the other goes for delivering…

 

First Pm

            -….. so we can catch him while delivering the stuff…

 

Second Pm

            -…. And promise to him   safety  if he leads up straight to the van waiting outside!

 

Insp. Green

-Excellent, boys! Where’s planned their first deliver then?

 

First Pm ( handing him a note in a  paper after reading it)

-At five o’clock in a  flat of  Hampstead,  belonging to such a Mr Sailor, Anthony Sailor! 

 

Insp. Green (standing up, followed by the two guys)

-We will be there right for tea-time!!!

 

First Pm

– Of course we will!!

 

Second Pm

-And we‘ll make a very nice infuse, won’t we??

 

EXEUNT