last moon

mercoledì 20 marzo 2024

Echoes from a sad soul - 4

 

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The time of love

Maybe I’ve loved you

A long time ago

When you

Vestal of Hippocrates

chastely manipulated

The matter sacred to your god!

Maybe you would have loved me

In another time

Where I would have drawn

With words

Your Greek profile

In white veils wrapped!

Maybe I will love you

tomorrow;

but today it is far away

the time of love!

domenica 17 marzo 2024

Echoes froma a sad soul - 3

 

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The sleeping  soul

 

Was sleeping the soul

In the shadow of reason

As we ran

From the golden prisons

Of Our unfair society

Meeting the horror

Of illusory freedom

Of unattainable equalities

Fallacious Brotherhood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And there was no poetry

In violence

And in the silence

Of death.

 

martedì 12 marzo 2024

Echoes from a sad soul - 2

 

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I’ll rise again

 

I will rise again,

 when the day dies,

 and I will finally fly! 

I'll be music,

 sweet melody on the evening,

 free spirit,

in to the sunset

 melancholic harmony

of an Andalusian guitar! 

 I'll be joy with no regret, 

I'll be love without fear

 I'll be measureless

 without barriers

 with no borders

 fleeting for ever

 in the infinity sky.

lunedì 11 marzo 2024

Echoes from a sad soul - 1

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I don’t want to be a poet

I don’t to be a poet

I want to be none

But a casting shadow

in the night time

looking for his body

looking for his own stuff

 

I don’t want your mercy

Your esteem

I don’t need your approval

 

I’m not looking for success

Nor for glory

Not even for reigning

Over gilt worlds

  

Nor for leading

Wastepaper troops

But I’m only on search

Of my real, original stuff!

 

Heartly despise me

Crush me under your feet

Forefinger me

As a pattern of human abjection!

Leaded by your mind’s envy

You’ll be slaves

Of your own measured freedom.

 

You’ll be winners

As well defeated

Struggling the battle.

You’ll be the machines

Of your own progress.

 

On construing

You’ll be destroying

And going towards

You’ll go backwards.

Inevitably.

sabato 9 marzo 2024

Echoes from a sad soul - 8

 

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Flying the skies for ever

 

Who knows why human beings,

since long time past

Have been dreaming to be able to fly?

The reason might be they always had trust

In God Almighty living in the sky!

And like a deer feeling thirsty and so dry

Longs for its spring to extinguish its fire,

For men to be where He’s supposed to lie

His Creator, is the greatest desire!

Go thus man and fly, higher and higher

Put your country’s flag along the universe

Or simply let some stuff make you a liar

Or dream you’re flying while loving your own nurse!

Only when your body’s time is over

Your soul will be flying the sky forever!

giovedì 7 marzo 2024

Echoes from a sad soul - 7

 

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Everyone has got a flag

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

and men search 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.

sabato 2 marzo 2024

Echoes from a sad soul - 6

 

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Praying for your happiness

If you breathe

This same sea

 as I do

Something joins already us

Beyond any thought

And I float in the wind

In the eager search

of your body.

But now I know

You Are unhappy too!

And I so pray

For your happiness!