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Then came a Man
I remember when
at winter solstice,
we danced under
the stars
to propitiate favors by gods!
Then came a Man,
Son of the Only true God!
I still look at skies
when stars assemble in December!
But now I know
who to pray
for humanity's weaknesses
and for the beauty of the world
I have someone to thank!
Prologue to the Poem of Creation
I
sing the God Almighty’s Creation
Whereof
were firstly born Adam and Eve
former
seed of any human Nation
at
the time they could only conceive
the
joyfulness with no desperation
In
the Eden still so far to receive
The
challenge of that infernal snake
Who
wanted to be a godlike fake!
I
also sing about the brave men strays,
Straight
descendents from that chosen race,
who
such in boldly and daring ways
Isr’eli
people to holy surface
They
led of Palestine. Hates, loves betray’ls
I
don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:
those
between God and men, tribes and kingdoms;
and I
sing laws, exiles and wars into my songs.
Arduous
so much however it ‘s my part,
long
and full of traps my composition,
That
plenty of fear I feel into my heart,
if
only I dare to think myself on action,
and
tremble with my hand before I start
The
Old and the New Holy Narration!
My
Fairy God, You Firmament’s Creator
Allow
me to become a keen narrator!
From
Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book
please
drive my hand between rhymes and accents
to
enable jointly with my mind, to hook
the
most significant, deep, true sentiments
in
order they can take a fairly look
of
those seventy three, pious components!
If
someone goes to Source for sweeter tasting
all
my efforts for sure I won’t be wasting!
to be continued...
The
game of loneliness
As a raining March
Run fast
The white sheets of my life
Each chapter a missed opportunity
Always the last
The best
Every beginning, a program never respected,
And every time I find myself
Prisoner among four walls
Sentenced like a Shadow,
to live a life
already lived!
II
But I go ahead
striving to forget my past
my errors, my
mocking ghosts
trying to leave them behind.
And in my solitude
Their game is easy!
The World’s Creation
At
the beginning God created the sky
And
the earth, which was shapeless and desert
And
darkness cover’d the abysses close by;
But
on the waters, with divine, expert
Zeal,
God established that obscurity
Had
to be opened to the bright alert!
God,
seeing that it was good, called Day the light.
And
the darkness instead was named Night.
Then
beneath the waters, the firmament
set
God, and between them, b’low, the dry land
He
also set, whither at same moment,
To
any bud and tree He gave command
From
seed to be produc’d for nourishment
Of
any species, in ground, soil or sand!
After
He had named sky, earth and sea
To
following duty God had to begin.
Hereafter
the lights in the sky He set
Doing
the moon and the sun for night and day,
And
other signs and stars in dose correct,
for
making years and seasons going away,
For
the Most High is much more than perfect
And
furthermore of this I cannot say!
About
this seventh stanza therefore
I
will not tell you nothing anymore!
“Fly
off all birds”- said God- “freely in the air
And
splash in to the sea any kind of fish;
Graze
lambs, calves and livestock everywhere
In
grassy lawns that will never languish;
Grow
up any reptiles fair and unfair,
living
beings either monstrous or polish!”
After
the earth had all animals found
God
said to them to multiply around.
Scene V
(Enter Inspector Green and his two
policemen)
Insp. Green (while entering, showing his badge)
-Everybody
keep steady, please! That’s a legal search! (to Jonathan) And you Norman or
Vincent or whatever you have been named in your Jamaica, give us that bag!
Jonathan ( still with his hand in the bag)
-I don’t think there is nothing interesting a legal search in my bag!
Insp. Green ( with sarcastic smile)
-Don’t worry about that, maroon! It’s up to us the valuation, isn’t it boys?
First PM
-Come on
, young boy! Don’t make the Inspector been upset…
Second PM
-
And I’m also very nervous indeed!!!
Jonathan
-I’m
telling you that there is only a present for my friend’s Max birthday!!!!
Insp. Green(still sarcastic)
-Well!
Why not? A very good present from Jamaica…
First PM (getting closer and grabbing Jon’s bag)
-Let’s
see your present…
Second PM (drawing the pack out )
-I’ll
try a guess! It weighs a pound…more and
less
Insp. Green (tearing off the paper)
-Bloody
Hell! Someone is kidding up!!! What does this book here mean ?
Jonathan (catching the paper from the floor in a
very nervous voice)
-I
believe I’ve told you a few times before, haven’t I? I hope you have some good
paper to wrap it up again!!!!
First PM (grabbing the book)
-The
Trilogy of Don Juan!!
Second PM (sneering)
-Who is going to read such a boring thing?!
Jonathan (grabbing violently the book from his
hands)
-I doubt you would be able to understand a only word of it!
Insp. Green (emptying the bag’s content on the
floor)
-Well !
OK! Let’s stop messing around! You give us the stuff and we all be all right?
Where is that pound of grass from Jamaica?
Jonathan (always
angrier collecting his things from the floor)
-Listen to me now! My name is Jonathan Close! J, o, n, ‘you know? Without any h! My father is Jew ‘ you know? Though I can reasonably suppose that my ancestor’s bones rest in the English ground much before than yours’s! When in life they were famous for other pounds of different stuff….now if you’re looking for any grass either you go in to my house’s lawn or you catch a plane right to your beloved Jamaica, all right?
Insp. Green
-
All right! You have well played your role, young boy! Just collect your things
and let’s work out our business!! Who is the landlord here?
Scene IV
(Soon
after a clock has beaten up five hits, someone beats the entrance door)
Francesco (detaching himself)
-
Someone has knocked at the door! May be Max is back.
Brenda (going
to open the door)
- He often forgets his own keys when I’m at home though I’m waiting for someone at five o’clock!
Jonathan(Enters with a bag on his shoulder)
-Hello
Brenda! Where’s old Max! I got a present for him in this bag!!!
Brenda (with surprise)
-It’s you, Jon?!? Welcome!! Max is coming back soon! Leave your present in your bag, please! I want to introduce to you a good italian friend of ours…
to be continued...
Scene III
(Max’s house living room; Francesco is reading a book sitting in an
armchair; Brenda comes from the central door who leads upstairs; from the open
door they can ear sounds of feasting voices and rock music from late
seventies;)
Brenda (entering)
-Here you are Francesco! I’m sorry you are not
enjoying the party!!
Francesco (closing the book on his left hand)
-Don’t be sorry, Brenda! The party is all right.
It’s me to be wrong!
Brenda (laughing)
-That’s exactly what Max says when he wants to
leave a party! Do you know where has he
gone, by the way? You left together upstairs, didn’t you?
Francesco
-Well, I simply followed him downstairs! And he
just told me here I would be in a quiet reading place, ‘you know? But after
receiving a phone call… he went out to
make his own phone call…. I suppose that telephone must be broken for calling
out I mean(shows a telephone apparatus on a table)…..
Brenda (pulling the telephone up with confidence)
-It could be….but I ‘m not so sure …..
Francesco (with embarrassed voice)
-I see….May be he had to make a sort of private
call…. I would have left him alone …..
Brenda (with a reassuring tone of
voice, sitting on the opposite armchair)
-Don’t be upset, please, Francesco! Max is such a
claustrophobic subject from time to time…..he wanted to go out.. that’s
all!!!May I stay with you for a while?
Francesco
-Of course you can! I’ll be pleased!
Brenda
-Will you really?
Francesco (Putting the book down on the table and sitting with crossing
legs and folded arms)
-Sure ! Why should I not?
Brenda (sitting on the edge of the armchair and lowing her voice)
-May be you can be my confessor….
Francesco (laughing)
-I’m sorry but I’m not enable to confess you! Not
yet, at least….
Brenda (as above)
-But you could however advice me…would you?
Francesco
-Well, it depends from the matter, ‘ you know?
Brenda (with sensual voice)
-It’s a matter of love!!!”
Francesco (showing indifference)
-What kind of love does it deal with?
Brenda (surprised)
-Love is just love, isn’t it?
Francesco
-Sure it is! But it also takes so many forms….
Brenda
-Let’s talk about sex and love!!!
Francesco
-Not always sex and love march together, do they?
Brenda (sinking into the armchair)
-Don’t be such a sophisticate prayer please!!! I’m
just a mere student from art’s school!!!
Francesco
-I know you are! Max has shown me some paints of
yours…
Brenda
-Has he? How have you liked them?
Francesco
-They show a sort of….How would I say? I mean a sort of universal desire of love….But I’m only a student from theological ‘s school, ‘ you know?
Brenda (laughing)
-‘You mean desire to get love or just to give it?
Francesco
-I don’t really know….may be both of them…
Brenda (closing back)
-Do you think a woman can love two men at the same
time?
Francesco (showing a little embarrassed)
-What do you exactly mean by that?
Brenda
-That I
make sex with Max and George… I mean, all three together, at the same time, in
the same bed, playing the same erotic performance, do you understand me now?
Francesco
-Yes, yes, I do!
You don’t need to say more….
Brenda (closing weakly her eyes)
-We take pleasure each other: I love them and they
love me…..
Francesco
-And you would like to know my personal point of
view or you prefer the theological rule for such a matter?
Brenda
-I’m just interested on your own personal point of
view!
Francesco
-May be you might be thinking of loving them but
they, for sure, are in love one each other!!!
Brenda (with surprise)
-What are you trying to say to me?
Francesco
-I say that Max and George pretend to love you but
actually they realize their reciprocal
love through your body…
Brenda (feeling upset)
….in other words you’re
telling me that they hide themselves
behind my body?
Francesco
-That’s right!
Brenda
-Though difficult to believe it sounds quiet
unpleasant to me!
Francesco
-I’m sorry, Brenda! I didn’t really want to hurt
you! That’s just what I have seen inside your words!!
Brenda (sinking again in the armchair with a sigh, firstly like in trance
)
- There are so many
stale and unprofitable uses in this world…….Nevertheless when they lie with
me I feel that my body is granting their desires, ‘you know? And afterwards they keep satisfied….
Francesco
-But my question is: are you satisfied yourself???
Brenda (like above, after a short pause )
- Sometimes I feel there
is something unfinished in all that… as if I searched for something else…..may
be a son to be mine above all… above conventions… above his own father…whoever he might be……
Francesco
- ‘You mean like in a
sort of matriarchal society?
Brenda
- …. It might be so…
Francesco
-But human
kind have already passed through that stadium. I think the world must go
ahead……
Brenda (like following her intimate thoughts)
- Sometimes
I feel so astonished.. so confused…so ungratified…
Francesco (standing up)
-When I told you
before, that there are so many kinds of love, I meant that sexual love
is an ever rising need: the more you make it, the more you need it…As matter of
fact there is a superior level of love which is able to extinguish for ever our
thirst of love….
Brenda (standing up and embracing him)
-Please, Francesco, show me that kind of love! Please, I really want it!
Exeunt...to be continued
