Poetry: Francesco Favetta

Francesco Favetta
Bio:
I was born in the land of Sicily in Sciacca, i have always loved poetry, writing verses, but above all culture, true culture, food for the soul! 
So far I have written more than 4000 poems, I also write philosophical reflections and thoughts. In 2018 I was awarded by the Academy of Sicily, Academic of Sicily. 
To date, my lyrics have been published on the international poetic scene: Revista Azahar who edited my first Silloge of Poems in Spanish: Encantamiento y Palabras como Plumas; some of my poems published in The Silk Road Anthology: Nano Poems for Africa; my other lyrics published on the official website of the "Galassia Poetica Atunis", including one in Russian; my other works published on the official WorldSmith International Editorial website; publication of my poems in OPA The Poetry Journal. I founded a theater company in Sciacca: Theatrum Socialis Sciacca. I also founded a Lions Club, Sciacca Terme. 
Finally, i believe that Poetry will be the weapon with which humanity will make its life free, and furthermore Beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried: from the times and events of daily human life.
                          

Peace Joy and Freedom!

And a strong wind blew
from East to West
and the bells stopped
to play their chimes
mothers and children united
their hearts in an instant.
The hands and legs
of a thousand men on the march
raised the friendly dust
of dreams held in the body
with the power of ideas
and scattered words
expected life values
they became spears of fire.
How many closed windows
they opened to the cry of pain
and how many high towers
they fell to the song of vivid remembrance
and how many doors were opened
letting the sea overflow.
The already dark night has passed
the sun shines in the sky
it's the stars now that warm
the thoughts of so many silent people
there is no more time for torments
to give mourning and wars
today is the dawn of the new day
that he will give forever to everyone
Peace, Joy and Freedom!
***

    
Learn to love wounds

Continue the story
in the folds of time
in the days in the rain
even in storms
Incessantly goes on
nothing stops it
imposing creates emptiness.
The voice
without his words
it is never tied to the roots
neither is the mouth
when he sings the songs
with his cries
human life in truth.
Even more difficult
learn to love wounds
when the world is bad
and feelings and violence
they are companions
and they live hand in hand
engaged in wars.
***


Mothers courage

Evening falls in the fields
and the wind already calm
from the clear sky of black clouds
it landed smashing to the ground
the leaves yellowed by eternal silences
women dripping bitter drops
and love torn from the womb.
The thousand souls marched proudly
clenched fists tied hands
serene faces, never dull eyes
step firmly in the chest pain
of wounded women and humiliated mothers
singing the hymn of their only cry
they came united in sincere hearts.
Crowds cheering open arms
welcomed by embracing
lives broken by adverse winds
voices of freedom and songs of joy
the pure souls acclaimed
giving them true values
and the struggles of a thousand battles expected
at the crossing of the friendly fraternal paths.


The sea of life

It is like the sea
stormy
emotions stir
the stunned thoughts
forgotten anchors
backdrops
still invisible
a vast ocean blue
to explore and navigate.
We are small boats
the waves of life
they always toast
every moment
to our adversities
shores and hopes
they are landings
hoped for.
Let's sail
silently
storms
the swollen seas
storms
and storm surges
they sweep like volcanoes
the faint memories
the tides bring us back
back in time.
We smile drowned
in the blue
marine waters
like castaways
we breathe
life and salt
forgetting
the acrid taste
some blood
that flows
in the sea
of life.
***


To my Father!

Father your face
your Life
and your hardened hands
sweat in the forehead
dignity dressed in the days
your wrinkles on the skin
wise and ancient furrows
of memories never dormant
inside your shell as a man.
Father my thoughts
my words always with you
love in the eyes
your gray ways
tired footsteps
feelings never violated
suddenly pouring honey
in the silence of your thoughts
in a never empty mouth.
Father will not be the time
and not even the distance
to tear away the memories
from my heart
not even the life already lived
we will still be united Father
from the love of our history
and every Faith will be wealth
of our faithful dreams.
***


Life without fear

How far
you have traveled my life
how many experiences
in the middle of every season
you have navigated.
So strong your arms
on the face the truth
forced to die
when wounds
they often hit.
Life without fear
of love and poetry
shed the tears
singing beauty
you still breathe freedom
***


Open your heart humanity

You open
your heart
humanity
don't skimp
do not spare yourself
believe in the common good
in happy thoughts
in freedom
of living
in love and harmony.
Rejoice
for your fellow man
brother or sister
drop the crosses
sink your eyes
deep inside
of your soul.
Drink at the source
of love
humanity
of this world
your caresses are fertile
always give them
to the humble
and the oppressed
children of this land
children of life
given by Heaven
in our days.
***


Apprentice in the heart!

I could write
of my thoughts
dig into my body
everyday
the rough stone
smoothing
the roughness
impurities.
Inside
a long night
like a flower to be plucked
slips
on the walls of life
this little man
apprentice in the heart
warrior in blood.
***


What sings in your lips

Where are you star
than with your golden lights
in the night you shine
and sing in the clouds
in a violin concert
clothed in the eternal mystery.
What sings in your lips
when the sun warms
every breath born from your heart
and every kiss stolen from the world
rip from your thoughts
the great ethereal breath.
***


Breathe your time man

Words again
full of wind and thoughts
in our hands they will be
commitments and responsibilities
excavations in the crosses and verses.
Come into this heart
leave tired voices behind
around the reflections
spring the moorings
hoist the anchor.
Unfold the sails
breathe your time man
sails the sea and the oceans
between storms and storms
always head for the stars.
The silent islands will be
the eternal songs
inside history and memories
and the different tracks in each port
invisible landings beloved
***


The meaning of life!

This dark black
without the chains
lit in the roots
it is still Light
that travels within the soul
in the silence of the hours
and chained to the eyes
still screams
the meaning of life
inside the footsteps of a man.
***


My soul

I do not see you
but I feel
your smell
that reminds me
your caresses
your time
and your joy
my soul.
Come again
in my heart
sleep well
because the journey is eternal
and the ways are endless
sing your love every hour
forever soul
never die.
***


Learn to love wounds

Continue the story
in the folds of time
in the days in the rain
even in storms
Incessantly goes on
nothing stops it
imposing creates emptiness.
The voice
without his words
it is never tied to the roots
neither is the mouth
when he sings the songs
with his cries
human life in truth.
Even more difficult
learn to love wounds
when the world is bad
and feelings and violence
they are companions
and they live hand in hand
engaged in wars.
***


In this time without you

And I think of you mother
you still are
in my heart
and your motherly lips
pure pink color
they appear to me full of emotions
as dear as the caresses given to me.
For every moment
of your simple life
your words of love
were the rides
always the most beautiful parties
in my beloved child's blood.
Mother
without your skin
in this time without you
driven by pain
I don't see the right way
and that heaven that wrote the truth.
Even at this hour
my mother
your voice was silent
only small gestures
movements in the night
drenched crying silences.
Mother took you to death
and it was dark in the veins
when your slender body
gave a start and then another
you little flower
you were thus severed from the roots.
***


The river of memories

All time
I see around
to me
the river of memories
And
crystal clear waters
of days
forget yourself
currents of thought
and noise
on cool mornings
in the lulling wind.
I felt in you
love
the force
and the passion
of endless skies
torments and sensations
victories and pains.
Unique!
My renewed
feeling
evening brother
summer
fortitude and steadfastness
you aspired
in the middle of life
true
Love.

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