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
man's shell.
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.
© Copyright Francesco Favetta
The Anger Rises In The Words
There is no one
here anymore
even the stones
are dead
the shadow of
fate
it has become
condemnation
humanity fallen
into the field
in the flames of
war.
Beyond the
border between the hills
breathe into the
clouds
they disappear
in the cities
bloody red with
blood
trails of pain
and wounds in the heart
they soak the
screaming earth.
Walls fall and
then ramparts
anger rises in
words
who tell the
truths left
still locked in
the dark
hearts of stone
and red eyes
merciless kill
human lives.
FRANCESCO FAVETTA
FRANCESCO FAVETTA was born in the
land of Sicily in that of Sciacca, lover of poetry, writing verses, culture,
true culture, food for the soul! He has written more than 4000 poems, also
wrote philosophical reflections and thoughts. In 2018 he was awarded by the
Academy of Sicily, Academic of Sicily. He has founded a theater company in
Sciacca: Theatrum Socialis Sciacca. Also founded a Lions Club, Sciacca Terme.
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