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.

Stases of resonances

 

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In another life

In another life

I would fall in love

with a harpist

I would listen

to her proves

attending

at my daily trifles.

In another life

I would understand

much better

the value of time

praising God

since my young days.

In another life

I hope to see

the endless dawn.

 

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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.

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!

 

Let them do, let them pass

 

 

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Come on! Let them do, let them pass

Today is not time

To shoot people anymore!

Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?

Today there is not time

To stop goods anymore!

Come on! Only one thousand dollars

Will cost you a plenty full track!

At 9 past 21 p.m.

The wall is falling down!

Laissez faire, laissez passer!

There are bound to be changes

For our lives further on!

It’s crashing down

Together with our illusions

Their false promises

The wrong secular hope!

Come on!

The wall is not hiding anymore

The totems of progress!

Let’s go worshipping

The glittering gods

Bounding ahead!!

Everyone has got a flag

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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.

My Mother Earth

 

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

May be I was a Roman soldier

guarding the Hadrian 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?