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.
Amazed by Jesus
I was a shepherd
longtime ago
somewhere in Bethlehem
watching my sheep
Though I was waiting
for Someone to come
I could believe
only to my sight
Then I saw a light
sparkling 'n
the sky
I heard a voice
singing with joy
I joined the star
aimed to see
the Glory of God
the King of glee
I'm still astonished
looking today
as Jesus wanted
choosing to stay
The least of poorness
neatness of magic
plenty with nothingness
the brilliance of love
Please leave me Jesus
the eyes of a boy
watching at the Holy Crib.
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Where I’ll
be going
This
afternoon
After
visiting my tired old father
And my
mother,
searching
on television
Her
youngish lost dreams?
Where will
I go?
Where will
I go
If my fate
Coerces me
here
Where
struggle is harder
Against
prejudice
Against
habitude
Against the
foresaid?
My body
suffers
From
constraint continence
‘cause I
don’t Know the way
To astral
projection
For
escaping the world.
I so can’t
get
any stuff
To keep me
on
And got no
place
To go to
This
afternoon
And I might
be writing somewhere:
“When I’ll
be going?”
We’ll unfold our verses
If everything’s been written
And everything been said
We won’t speak anymore
We won’t write anymore
But if we are 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.
In
Cagliari September 2008
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I remember when,
at the winter solstice,
we danced under
the stars
to propitiate the favor of the gods!
Then came a man,
the son of the Only true God!
I still look at the sky above me
when the stars come together in December!
But now I know
whom to pray
for the weaknesses of humanity,
and I know whom to thank
for the beauty of the world!
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
Shining again 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.
Fourth Scene
(Geena, with the bloom in her hands starts singing her
song)
Since I was a kid in New Orleans
I’ve been dreaming to play comedy
In the daylight I’m glad to wash and clean
But in the night I live no misery
What does it matter for a girl
But happiness and love?
While sweeping the streets of the town
I’m sure my Mel won’t never let me down!
Third Scene
(J.B. and Geena)
J.B. – (shouting
at Geena who is coming) – Hurry up you, young girl!
Geena ( in a rush, wearing her work overall) :
Sorry, Papa John Brook! I was suing my scene dress all night along!!
J.B. (softening
his voice): Start from here your daily service and don’t forget to collect the papers from the ground!
Geena: (starts sweeping with the broom) Rely on me
J.B.!
J.B. (preparing to
leave): And please make sure each
dustbin will be empty!
Geena: (l.b) Of
course I will!
J.B (l.b) I need
to go to the Drama School to make anything ready for the final essay tonight!
Geena: Oh JB! I
can’t stand waiting fo it!
Exit
to be continued...
Second Scene
(eleven cleaners have gone. Only a trolley is left)
J. B. : There always someone who is bloody late at
work! In the old times this wouldn’t be allowed!
(occupying the center of the scene J.B. will sing his
song)
Though this wonderful town
Was toughly hit to the Ground
It still maintains
the supremacy
We live, when the others live,
And we still live when the others sleep!
That’s why it needs
Anybody’s efforts
To be kept clean and safe
And growing higher,
Higher and higher!
...to be continued...
Final Essay in New York City
Booklet for Musical
The drama is set in New York City
around the 2002
Characters
Papa John Brook(baritone) = King of Cleaning also
Frank Bandello and Director of the Drama School
Norma Nursey (alto)= His Wife
Geena Loyd (soprano)= Cleaner also student of Drama School as Lavinia
Mel Baron (tenor)= Delivery Boy and student as
Mariotto
Bill Dauber (bass): A kind soul- Student at Drama
School
Vincent Da Porto= Boss in the Laundry business
Paris Da Porto= his son (does not appear)
Governor Escalus Rockefeller (does not appear)
Charlie Dealer: Pusher, chemist and pharmacist
Flora: housekeeper chez Bandello’s
Other students of the Drama School:David, Patrick,
Susan, Ellen, Ada, Lawrence ,Henry, James,Leslie,Edna,Basil,Reginald,Ralph,
Margaret
Chief Police Michael Masuccio;
Various policemen,
Cleaners, dustmen, choristers and dancers
First Scene
An open space, like the courtyard of a firm. A dozen
of handcarts are aligned, waiting for the dustmen to come to work.
As the scavengers arrive the boss assigns them the
intervention sectors.
All the scavengers are young and have got an athletic
build.
J.B. : Hi,
Marcus! Good boy! Always the first to come. You’re in pole for the bonus also
this week!
Marcus:
Thanks Boss!
J.B.: Go to
the twelfth if you don’t mind!
Marcus: ( taking a trolley) At once!
J.B. (to a
girl who in coming) Glenda, to the eleventh today, please!
Glenda: Straightaway J.B.!
J.B. Thanks
dear! (approaching a cart to another coming cleaner) To the tenth sector, be
kind!
Third
cleaner: I go immediately Papa John Brook!
...to be continued...
Now I know what is love
Now I know what is love
Not the sudden passion
that turns off soon
and then rises again
Not even your eyes
May be sincere
But not eternal.
Not your vain, fallacious promises
But the Word that never betrays
It's true love!
Don’t ask me why
Don' t ask me why I've been there
Why I had to fill the emptiness of my days
Why was I lost in the dark nothingness
Why I didn't have a place to go to
Don't ask me why
I only remember now
the time of
hope
The smoking rings
The dreaming trips
That's our life
Made of mistakes
Driven by mysterious course
Aimed to search
What you think to be true
And the time being the cheater of our senses
Only God
Cannot mislead
Our souls.
Let them sing
Let them sing,
all over the Country,
let them sing!
Let them sing,
they are the real voice of the
Country!
Let them sing, in the name of liberty,
let them sing in the name of dignity!
Let them sing against speculation,
Let them sing against criminal finance!
Let them sing for the world is their world,
let them sing for their sons, for their daughters!
Let them sing with the voice of the sixties!
Let them sing remembering flowers!
Let them sing for a new world to come!
