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A unique soul
I'm far from you now
but we were supposed to be
only one flesh
may be
a unique soul.
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A unique soul
I'm far from you now
but we were supposed to be
only one flesh
may be
a unique soul.
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.
But I still write poems
I saw my brother
tired
Under the scorching sun
And I passed straight away
Without a gesture
Without a word
Just with a
thought
To share his pain.
But I still write poems!
And I’m still lonely like a
stone
And I’m still lonely
Like a stone.
When you are alone at your birth
You will live alone
Forever.
Only God
Makes me feel good!
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All in the same time
And you, in
Australia,
or somewhere else
in the east of my country,
have already had
your diner
and you’re going
to enjoy yourself
with your friends
in your free
country
while someone else
in the west
is still sleeping
may be dreaming of
his best;
I can’t believe
in this same
time
that I feel free,
if not happy,
people are
starving down in Africa
people are banned
off from web in China
widows are burned
somewhere in India
women are hit
everywhere in the world
All in this same
time
while I’m sitting
here
in front of my PC
All in one time.
There is love and love
There is sibling love
There is a father’s love
There is a mother’s love
That never deceives
There is filial
love
There are lovers
Burning on passion
There is love in a
marriage
That does not imply any trouble
There is the divine love
Higher and eternal
that never fails!
I do not want to write poems
anymore
I do not want to write poetry
Made of lines that drip
Blood oozing from my heart!
I do not want to write poetry
wails of a denied love
Lamentations of my solitude!
And only the prayers
soothe
My thirst for love!
Your power won’t last forever
Come on great men of the world
who owe the power
You have already had much money
To move on soldiers
much gold to feel stronger
luxury palaces to live comfortably safe in!
And fields, ground, soil, trees,
Rivers, lakes and seas
As far as your own eyes can get
‘Till the horizons can show!
But do you really think
your power will last forever?
Don’t you remember Ramses the Third,
Cyrus of Persia, Nebuchadnezzar,
Alexander the Great, the emperor Augustus
and all the kings from 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!
But don’t never forget
Whom God created the world for!
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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!
The poet’s claim
The lambs lie down
on Westminster
sacrificed by the
shot dead priest
of the nothingness
faith
pushed by madness
moved by hate
sent by
pretending prophets
who now are
cheering up
for more victims
in the pantheon
web
of foolishness.
But two faults
never can make a
why,
and violence can
never be justified
even if you had a
reason
to be spent
somewhere.
Men of power,
for the sake of
the True
Merciful God
of the whole
humanity,
please, put apart
any selfishness
and hear the poor
poet
claiming for
justice.
In London the 22nd
of March 2017
If you find a
skeleton
tied by wires to
another skeleton,
tied to another
skeleton
and still to
another one, that’s me.
Do not look for
me in any place,
in a hole or in a
ditch.
I lie in those
deep and twisted cavities
Flowed by rivers
which are common in the Kras region
shared by Italy, Slovenia and Croatia
and ill-famed as
swallow holes.
Please wrap me in
a wired drape
and give what
rests of my body
back to my
beloveds,
to my homeland
and to the things
of God.
I hate no one and
forgive all.
Just one last
thing I’m going to ask you:
open the eyes of
your children to the truth!
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The new day
(in 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.
Just let them
I
Let them pass
Come on! Laissez
faire, laissez passer!
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!!
II
Let them celebrate
Let them celebrate
the end of your
world,
they want to
celebrate:
the American dream
is over;
they are
celebrating
money growing over
nothing;
let them celebrate
discovering your
rootless brushes;
they need to
celebrate
the burial
ceremony
of criminal capitalism;
they 'got
celebrate
the funeral
of greed octopus
which scrounges
their people!
Let them celebrate
the dawn of new
distribution
of richness of
earth!
Let them celebrate
the end of your
world.
III
Let them walk
Let them walk!
They are marching for freedom.
Let them walk!
They are not hiding anymore!
When people go out
their homes,
it means they need
to go
and show they are
alive!
We need to be poor
together
or to be rich together!
You, one per cent,
you can't stop
them anymore!
Richness is to be
shared
while you keep the
other ninetynine per cent
out of goods.
You priests of the
profit,
criminals of
finance,
embezzler of
money,
cheaters of ever,
trappers of men!
Stop your police
and let them walk!
IV
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 with the
voice of the sixties!
Let them sing
remembering flowers!
Let them sing for
a new world to come!
Submitted to
Armarolla in the 1st of November 2017
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Please tell me Lord, for you know it
Tell me Lord,
because You know,
if still are
living our fathers
and where lie
their spirits?
Where are the
loves and the sighs
The bright ideas
The shaking power
of the nations in the
world?
And where are the
pleasures of flesh
And the wealth of
the globe?
Where the ancient,
human wisdom
boundless and
eternal?
Where is now that
mother
who tender spent herself
on her children?
And that strong
father
Who seemed omnipotent?
Where are those
games away,
Where age carefree
And the
long-awaited youth dreams?
It cannot finish
all
During our short
life
And all disappear
into Nothingness!