Warrior spirit
More time
and more true reason
neverending Story
ancient existence
scattered seeds
tired faces.
All is silence
I seek in me breaths
suspended moments
free breaths
unexplored frontiers
torn torments.
We are planets
distant lands
rebel comrades
invisible threads
swords of love
brothers and sisters.
I live by dancing
fighting and rejoicing
under the oak
of majestic enchantment
humble servant
quivering archer.
Roll the drum
the ground vibrates
decisive steps followed
the lost sea
of clouded minds
from imprinted torpor
in the noble soul
of motionless men.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
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Always ready smiles!
With the hands
earth dirty
sweat on the forehead
so tired and hungry
they were the little wonders
warrior hearts
the battles of many parents
of other times
great hard workers
tireless workers
safe havens for families
faces wrinkled by time
walk united in faith
hand in hand
of the companion.
The smell of warm bread
always on the table
those seeds never violated
the big love
locked up in pain
work under the sun
that stole from rest
a long time
but he honored
and gave dignity
they were the parents
calloused hands
than once
those ever ready smiles
to life and freedoms.
With the sky in your eyes
Who you love
don’t throw away love
rest in dreams
tell with every smile
with the sky in my eyes
every cherished sigh.
Who you love
lives in caresses
in the smallest gestures
laughs on the shores of days
and then the spell of madness
open your heart to love.
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Sea never lost!
Sing life
without the chains
they sing the word
and the truths in the veins
in this rebellious breath
where fate
he was never born
nor is darkness ever winter
even if the ways
they are poisons in thoughts.
Sea
which is not
never lost
deep inside the roots
place where the values
they have always been seeds
there they reign eternal
respect and freedom
every faith in life
stones and words.
Dignity
it is an oak tree
mighty
with a majestic crown
with branches stretched to the sky
leaves
songs in the heart
without constraints and burdens
the roots sink into history.
At the bottom of the sea
in the night
hopes
they sail on the tides
last trip
it never was
suspended
in the bowels of the soul
love is
eternal breath inside.
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Freedoms fly away!
And meanwhile it’s raining
in the streets of the town
and slowly return
in their homes
tired from hard work
sweaty hands
rudderless hopes
humble fates in life.
Freedoms fly away
and dignity too
behind the windows in emptiness
and then tears fall into the dark
of these lives stolen from the stars
under this black sky
wounded by rage in the flesh
they die in hearts in silence. *** Dirty hands with earth
The face
always rough
soiled hands
in the eyes
the light of memories
face streaked with fatigue
farmer at heart
and in life.
You come
still from afar
and inside this dress
dirt from stones
get out of the grooves
you wear
the smell of the ears
and some seeds. *** The greatest novel of life
Roses again
again the sea and poetry
in the blood and in the heart
in this crazy desire
love that screams louder
black or white is never grey.
It’s love
the greatest novel of life
always young never tired
eternally in love with madness
a little out of my mind
king of life and heart.
Love and its smell
his words and his every reason
this rebellious heart
that doesn’t stay in the skin
lives and dances with its waves
disappears in the dark of night.
The poet Francesco Favetta was born in Sicily in Sciacca, he has always loved poetry, writing verses, but above all culture, food for the soul: culture is Freedom, it is Free Spirit, it is Soul in Movement, not it should never be harnessed!
In 2018 he was awarded by the Accademia di Sicilia, Academician of Sicily.
He has been published in various anthologies and in various magazines, among which, we mention a few:
international magazine The Poet;
Revista Azahar who edited the first Sylloge of Poems in Spanish: Encantamiento y Palabras como Plumas;
Anthology The Silk Road Anthology: Nano Poems for Africa; “Poetic Galaxy Atunis”;
WorldSmith International Editorial; OPA The Poetry Journal; Inumbrable magazine; Magazine Polis; rank of minister in the Order of the Titan and publication of a lyric in Octobermania;
international literary magazine Kavya Kishor in Bangladesh;
international journal of language, literature and culture “Petrushka Nastamba” Serbia; international magazine, Namaste India and Certificate of Appreciation;
Different Truths social journalism platform;
Cisne Magazine Digital;
Humanity St. Petersburg magazine; fourth Panorama International Literature Festival Spain, delegate for Italy.
He founded a theater company in Sciacca: “Theatrum Socialis Sciacca”, and a Lions Club, the “Sciacca Terme”.
Finally, the poet Francesco Favetta is convinced that poetry will be the weapon with which humanity will make their lives free, and furthermore beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried:
from the times and events of daily human lifeb! Francesco Favetta
Sicily (Sciacca) Italy 🇮🇹