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| Francesco Favetta |
We are dacing souls
Still time to live
the beautiful seasons of life
in the heart's forward steps
in the romances of destiny
and also in the storms.
We are dancing souls
in the path of the days
white beaches bathed
by sudden storms
memories ended in the tides.
We drown in the sea of the night
and in the storms of pain
invisible rocks surfaced
in the silence of our hearts
and in the routes of our life.
Deep breath
Earth and sea
shores and hopes
among the ways of the world
a desire to live
in the silence of time
around life
wake and enchantment in the heart.
Earth and light
deep breath
of inner peace
continuous dialogue
nature and courage
river rooted in blood
divine feeling.
My heart is strong!
The sky that is in meis the light lit
in my eyes
like the stars
are islands
far away in time
and within the memories of life
the eternal roots
are the inner freedoms.
My heart is strong
it quickly forgets
every cross suffered
then breathes slowly
on the pains and wounds
that have made it
even more of a warrior
son of courage
and disciple of peace.
Stay in me !
Hug me
because this long night
is not over yet
dawn will find us united
you in me
and I in you
soul within soul
love within love.
You and I
and the love that implores
every moment the heart
our lives together
in intense nights
wherever it is
and it will always be like this
eternal love stay in me.
In that deep sea
Music and words
poems and lyrics
revealed to life
faces without names
souls far
from this sky.
Here
where the wind
blows docile
in this silence
wrapped in memories
slowly
flow
the images
without time.
In the rock
sculpted
inside the roots
impassable banks
scenes without noise
echo
beyond the stars
in that deep sea
of human reason.
Rolling
on the skin
wise boulders
silent shores
wet
drown the rages
poems are born
elegant clothes
of the silent soul.
White cloud
Extinguished
and
silent wakes
plough through the sea
of
memories
and you
white cloud
twirl
in your destiny
kissing
your blue
sky
anchor strong
of
your
only
and
deep
feeling.
I live the memory
returns
to you
like
a feather
that
lands in the heart
and you
sweet cloud
tell
the
wind
that pushes you
to lie down
in the
sacred
bed
of
infinite
and
never-forgotten
memories
to nourish
the
serene
thought
of them
always
welcome to the heart.
and
silent wakes
plough through the sea
of
memories
and you
white cloud
twirl
in your destiny
kissing
your blue
sky
anchor strong
of
your
only
and
deep
feeling.
I live the memory
returns
to you
like
a feather
that
lands in the heart
and you
sweet cloud
tell
the
wind
that pushes you
to lie down
in the
sacred
bed
of
infinite
and
never-forgotten
memories
to nourish
the
serene
thought
of them
always
welcome to the heart.
The silence of my steps
I put
a stone on
I put ten stones
I put more
a thousand times stones
in the silence of the steps.
I stole the fire
and my life was
inside the Faith
and every thought of mine
scythe in the dark days
boundless paths in time.
My poems are celebrations
a dance in the night
a sea immersed
in the verses and in the blood
husband of freedom
and of the rebellious wind.
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, it should never be harnessed!
by the times and events of everyday human life!
In 2018 he was awarded by the Academy of Sicily, Academician of Sicily.
He has been published in several anthologies and in several magazines, among which, we mention some:
international magazine The Poet;
Revista Azahar which edited the first Anthology of Poems in Spanish: Encantamiento y Palabras como Plumas;
Anthology The Silk Road Anthology: Nano Poems for Africa; "Galassia Poetica Atunis";
WorldSmith International Editorial; OPA The Poetry Journal; magazine Innombrable; Magazine Polis; rank of minister at the Order of the Titan and publication of a lyric in Octobermania;
international literary magazine Kavya Kishor in Bangladesh;
international magazine of language, literature and culture "Petrushka Nastamba" Serbia; international magazine, Namaste India and certificate of appreciation;
Different Truths social journalism platform;
Cisne Revista Digital;
Humanity Magazine St. Petersburg; 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 free its Life, and also Beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried: