The poet Francesco Favetta was born in Sicily in Sciacca, he has always loved poetry, writing verses, but above all culture, true culture, food for the soul!
He has written more than 4000 poems so far, he also writes reflections and philosophical thoughts.
In 2018, he was awarded and awarded by the Academy of Sicily: Academician of Sicily.
Francesco Favetta Sciacca (Sicilia )Italy 
They are poetry !
They are poetry !My verses
they are steel breaths
they are storms
in my veins
They are the day and night
they are white or black
never the gray of life
they are Áncore in the flesh
They are the breath of the soul.
I walk in doubt
and at every corner
a question is born
who assails my wounds
and that takes the place
of my heart warrior
never domo in the world
and never speechless
Inner Temple of my life.
© Copyright Francesco Favetta I always think of you Vita
I saw you Vita
you were sitting on the edge
of a difficult road
between the rivers in flood
and your decisions
and you ohhh Vita
you were immersed in the roots
and in your values.
I still think of you much
more than the breath that exhales
in the moment in which
ever of your desires ends
its faithful run
and then heavy noises
sweep ohhh Vita
your time flown away.
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In the silence of the earth
Little soul
innocent heart
you are no longer the smile
you no longer breathe
the maternal scent
you no longer play
in your native country
your kisses remain
in the silence of the earth
and today they are the stars
the eternal lights in the sky.
Mom
Mom
whisper of love
silent rustle
in beloved cradles
in the silence of nights.
Looks
and songs of love
those light hands
and the caresses on the faces
of children born in pain.
Mom
are ointments
those words of yours
whispered in the night
to the song of the lullaby.
Your breath still
on the skin and lips
mom pink in the heart
your every smile
is a wonderful flower.
The song of the heart !
On white canvases
of unforgettable moments
carved into the flesh
my wishes fly
for you ohhh mother
on this day of absence
stripped of your breaths
always you soul
in which part of the sky do you live.
And still love is
the song of the heart
I have looked at you in every moment
and even today among the streets
you have given me warmth
in your eyes I have seen memories
your caresses
in my son’s hands
and your smiles close by.
Mom
Mom
your hands
your face
my flesh
your heart
mom
a smile
that lights up
the stars
pierces the eyes
wind of life
embraces tightly
lives.
Mom
is always
a rose
one day
that satisfies
my blood
and the caresses
given
vibrate
forever
on our
mouths
of beloved
children.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
