Praised to Karalis

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C9HWH86T

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

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C9HWH86T

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

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C9HWH86T

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

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C9HWH86T

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.