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?

The ancient memories of life

 

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Sometimes  I think:

“God, help me,

I feel alone and I fear the world, 

the life, the death.”

 

Then I look in to my brothers’ eyes

And I discover my same fears

and with them I can share the walk

to rejoice the impervious path of life.

I so wonder:

“Who are you God?

Are You our fears?

Are You our weakness?”

 

Blasphemer I think:

“We do have created You!

We certainly did

In our image and likeness!

Mirror of our uncertain minds

Comfort shelter

Cave in the storm

Nourishing  Cow 

Heather Sun!”

But if I think about Christ

Limbs nailed  on the Cross

Two thousand years of bleeding sores

Best among Manhood

Example and Verb:

something that I can’t explain

touches  me in the depth

of the ancient memory of  life!

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The path of no return

 

I would like to join the melodious breath

Of the  wind's whistle  all around

In this corner of the mountain,

if I could only forget

 the world I come from!

But how can I forget

That birds of death  are circling

Over our heads?

 

How it can be forgotten

 We are  living  surrounded

 by volcanoes of war,

as a powder magazine

at the mercy of the power?

And when the sky embraces the retreating sun,

a ring shining charming and desperate

leads me to wonder

if humanity has not already taken

a path of no return.

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We’ll unfold our verses

 

If everything’s been written

And everything been said

We won’t speak anymore

Won’t write anymore.

But if we are the new prophets

Sent to remind manhood

The world belongs to God

And if the world drowns off

In the mud of inky well

And scribes and Pharisees

Roar in the vanities

Then we’ll still howl our dreams

Writing down all our visions

And against their arsenals

We will unfold our verses.

Memories from the past

 

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My Mother Earth

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  a 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?

 

 

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The trip in the Universe

 

You were not ready

To trip across the Universe

Through the endless skies

In the wheels of the Cosmos

 

No, you were not ready at all

 

Who knows what are you going to be

Wearing those human clothes?

Inside your time

You can be what you want:

A man absorbed in his loves

With a lot of joy

Thousands of pleasures

So much power

And a desperate, lonely sunset;

 

A lonely man

Searching among his people

The truth hidden behind the prejudices

Aside the ravines of the mind

In the ancient, still unfold pages

Of the Imperishable Book;

 

Or maybe you will go far away

Pushed by the Ulysses hint

To discover what is set

Behind the borders

of the known world!

 

No, you were not ready yet

For your trip through the Universe

You have been stopped by your affections

Or by your sickness

Your miserable power;

 

Or perhaps

Your boat was simply

still too fragile

to face the fluctuating sea

of mysterious storms on the Space.

You’ll have to enjoy and suffer

Again and again

Constrained in your material borders

Before you can deserve to rejoin

The Divine Unity has All created!