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

 

Free Nasrin Sotoudeh

Though Mohammad Moqiseh, a judge at a revolutionary court in Tehran, said on Monday that Nasrin Sotoudeh had been sentenced only to five years (and not to decades of prison and to be lashed in a public place) for assembling against national security and two years for insulting the country’s supreme leader, Ali Khamenei, we are all very worried about the human rights in Iran.
The concerns are increased by the circumstances that Nasrin Sotoudeh is a lawyer and as such she has spent her professional efforts to defend several  Iranian  people from the invadence of the religious dictatorship.
As a western citizen I found inacceptable that a regimen of a no democrat state  inhibits lawyers and writers to criticise the vertices and the powermen of the apparatus.
Please don't think and don't tell me this is a domestic jurisdiction affair.
The globalisation has mad the entire world a unique, great comunity.
How long do we have to wait until all the men and women in the world can freely speech even against the power?
It's a shame that in the third millennium we must assist to convictions for opinion crimes.
We want freedom of speech for everyone in the world.
We want the men of state and power stop preventing lawyers, journalist and simple citizens to express their opinions.
We can't tolerate anymore a censorship of the free speech and the free human thought.
Enough it's enough!

How lucky we are

When I read such news, as this one showed below, from today's Guardian, by Ian Black, I think that we are really lucky on living in a western country, where all human rights are fully respected. Of course we will ask for more, in order to improve our democratic standard of life, but please, let us not forget unhappy brothers all over the world. Thanks to Amnesty International for highlighting such brutal reality in Iran.

Abuse and show trials – Amnesty reports on Iran
Human rights group criticises increase in political repression in six months since reelection of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

Ian Black
The Guardian, Thursday 10 December 2009
Article history

Convicted men publicly hanged in Mashhad, north-west Iran, in 2007. The situation today is no better than 20 years ago, says Amnesty. Photograph: Halabisaz/AP
Human rights abuses in Iran are now as bad as at any time in the past 20 years, Amnesty International reports tomorrow in a survey marking six months since June's disputed presidential election.
Amnesty documents "patterns of abuse" by the Basij militia and revolutionary guards involving beatings, rape, death threats, forced confessions, intimidation and official cover-ups. Many detainees have been subjected to show trials and five have been sentenced to death.
"The authorities have resorted to exceptionally high levels of violence and arbitrary measures to stifle protest and dissent," says the 80-page report. "The courts have not been an instrument of justice to hold police, security forces and other state officials to account … or to protect the rights to freedom of expression, assembly, association and religion."
According to official figures, 36 people died in violence after the election, but the opposition puts the figure at more than 70. At least 4,000 people were arrested after the poll on 12 June and some 200 remain in jail. This week, 200 people were arrested during protests around university campuses on national students day.
Protests began when the sitting president, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, claimed victory over the leading opposition candidate, Mir-Hossein Mousavi, amid claims that the result had been rigged.
Amnesty quotes an unnamed former detainee who was held with 75 others for more than eight weeks in a container at the notorious Kahrizak detention centre in Tehran. He was told his son would be raped if he did not "confess" and was beaten unconscious with a baton .
Last month, Ramin Pourandarjani, a young doctor who had treated inmates at Kahrizak and had reportedly been forced to certify the death of at least one torture victim as resulting from meningitis, died in suspicious circumstances.
Ebrahim Mehtari, a 26-year-old student, described being held in a tiny cell, interrogated while blindfolded and accused of "working with Facebook networks" and tortured into making a confession. He said: "They frequently beat me on the face; I was burned with cigarettes under my eyes, on the neck, head. I was beaten all over … They threatened to execute me and they humiliated me."
An independent medical examination substantiated his claims. But all the relevant documents disappeared, the authorities refused to investigate and his family were warned not to talk about the case.
Amnesty says Iran refused to co-operate with its investigation and has denied the organisation entry into the country since the 1979 Islamic revolution.
Many of the cases have been documented previously, but the cumulative effect of the data underlines what Amnesty calls "a clear pattern of systematic gross human rights violations by Iranian security forces condoned or even encouraged by powerful political and religious figures in Iran."
The report says government officials "have done their utmost to ensure that accounts of rape are discredited and not circulated further".
Amnesty has harsh words for the show trials of leading opposition figures. "The trials, broadcast to the nation, featured coerced 'confessions', 'apologies' and incrimination of others. Rather than bringing people to justice, the purpose was to validate the authorities' account of the post-election unrest and to make clear the severe consequences of opposing the authorities."