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.

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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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!

Echoes of a sad soul

 

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Alone thinking of Elem

 

Don’t pass by on my street

‘cause I could think

She’s coming to me

 

Don’t knock at my door

‘cause I might think

She comes for giving me  love

 

Don’t call for me anytime

don’t look for me anywhere

don’t ask for me to anyone

 

Just leave me alone

thinking of her.

In London 1977

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The tripping soul

 

Best among my brothers,

they made the revolution

gold seekers

poetry creators

kings of love

who caressed my heart

 have already gone.

I too begin to arrange my bag

For the last journey,

 that of the soul

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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Sometimes people are strange

 

I don’t know why people are strange

‘cause   never want to make a change

  I might look  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!

 

Memories from the past

 

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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!