Remember
Remember
you are just passing through
the Earth
and the world does not belong to you
but it's your body
that belongs to Earth;
Remember
that love has to be built
slowly,
while passion
burns quickly everything;
Remember
that every man
has its own dignity
and deserves all respect.
Remember
of those who sowed
when you reap;
Remember
to greet the sun
every time he gets up
and every time it sets down.
Remember
that you are light
which illuminates
the darkness of eternity.
The Flesh of God
Who were those women
Who screamed against God,
against Manhood?
And I,
facing the world just then,
who was I?
Was I with women,
with God
or with mankind?
Why do I hear now the cry
Of those who did not see the Light
like a guilt that oppresses my soul?
But who filled in the gaps
of the innocent dead?
Why do not we understand yet
they were the flesh
And
we all carry on,
indifferent to
the signs
of His suffering!
The Slacker
Maybe I was a
slacker
Ever since as a
boy
I dreamed of
traveling around the world;
Yes, I had to be
just a slacker
Because I never
thought
To spend my time on
earth
To make money, to
seek power,
to become someone
successful.
Just as a good
slacker
I never even gave great importance
To appearance, elegance,
luxury cars.
And when I was
looking for truth
In the light of
dawns and sunsets,
believing the
poets
are best men in
the world
And when I dreamed
of flying
I certainly was a
slacker.
Then, when I chose
to rent to the school
My bachelor's
degree
Convinced that our
society
needs models of
freedom,
imagination, ideas, respect,
proposals, and passions;
and when I couldn’t
bear
hundreds of
erupting volcanoes
of increasing hormones
and I let myself
be overwhelmed
then I was
definitely a slacker.
And I certainly was
a slacker
Even when, according
to law,
I preferred love,
dedication, affection
that no one counts
in the
Gross Domestic Product!
when I finally chose
to consider more
important
To be, better than have,
To think, better
than doing,
Meditating, rather
than acting,
Even then I was a
slacker.
And now that I've
discovered
the best part of life,
That nobody can
take away from me,
I persist and I am
still a real slacker!
In Cagliari 2008
The Ballad of my mysterious
love
I
I have never loved,
since loved me never
the women I loved
and I didn't love
those who tried to love me!
II
I firstly pursued
Impossible loves,
and when the overwhelming body
forced me to love,
then I loved,
but it was not love;
it was surely sweet discovery of pleasure,
flesh into flesh, fire with fire,
fury subsided into the abyss of life;
but it was not love.
III
Neither was love
the spasm which I waited
to see the air colored
by your forms,
when it was enough for me
to feel your presence
ethereal and impalpable,
although present,
yet not mine
and it was not love.
IV
I'm still in search of you, sublime, decanted
love.
Who are you fleeting present of God?
Are you for all of us or just for a few?
Do you really exist?
Are you a catcher of hearts and reason?
Real or unreal?
Liar or truthful?
V
Still I'm seeking of you,
poignant love
unveiled eyes,
flying mate,
slave and mistress,
mother and lover,
mystery of life!
In Villasor 1980
That’s my song
The first time
I dreamed the
Major Thirteen
I was just over sixty.
I was dreaming of
falling down to sea
With no parachute.
Before to splat
the water
I asked the wind
To appease my
drop:
So did the wind.
And I started
singing.
Say the fishermen
Along the Cornwall
coast
If they hear a
song
At windy full moon
nights.
That’s might be my
song.
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Please pray for me
Those shots
the 13th may 1981
at St Peter Sq
saw me
cold witness of time
but I cried for you
later on
when I saw you
trembling under the weight
of your Cross;
please pray for me
among the Angels
your existing is the brightest
proof of God's existence!
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Exile
as a fugitive
I crave my eternal home!
Call me in your home
Nostalgia soul
‘cause I’m a suffering tree
Far from his own land!
Call me at your home
For I haven’t
got enough bread
And drinking wine
In the arid table of my life!
I am an exiled fugitive
Who longs for his eternal home.
