Please pray for me
In death of John Paul the Second
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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I wish I could
I wish I could hear
the love songs
closed inside the
drawers
unexpressed,
misunderstood
I would palpitate
for those caresses
never given,
never had
for those sighs
which shake the
soul
like waves
of restless sea.
I wish I could
cover the earth
with my cloak of
love
to protect fearful
and uncertain
souls.
Nostalgia Time
If it were easy
to go back in time
Who wouldn’t
tighten
to his strong
chest
The young mother
of good golden days?
And who would not
follow
the unheard
advices
by old good
father?
Ah, if we could go
back
On those pink lips
sighing
Dreams still far
from coming!
But while it is
true that we are traveling
To the homeland we
departed from
that day we were
born on earth,
then you better
keep on struggling
that road that
leads to Superior Mount
with prayers and courage!
The
Ballad of my mysterious love
I
I 've 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 surely was
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 I waited for
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
or a trap of reason?
Are you 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!
Then
came a Man
I remember when,
at the winter solstice,
we danced under
the stars
to propitiate the favor of the gods!
Then came a man,
the son of the Only true God!
I still look at the sky above me
when the stars assemble together in December!
But now I know
whom to pray
for the weaknesses of humanity,
and I know whom to thank
for the beauty of the world!
Searching in the Universe
You were not ready man
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!
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 for power,
to become someone of
success.
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 school
My bachelor's
degree
sure that our
society
needs models of
freedom,
imagination 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 me away,
I persist and I am
still a slacker!
