The friend
It’s a silent flight
is never absent
the true friend
you find him on you
but it’s never a problem
it’s simply a pleasure.
The friend always manages
to live inside the words
on the days of laughter
but also on the dark days
when the tides
are waves on the shoulders.
Then the small bitter lines
create wounds in relationships
so the friend remains
locked in his shell
forgetting the truth
and dragging his heart into the night.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
World
We are not
the canvases that remain
swollen by the wind
and breathe only at night
we are the way of the mountains
we are the anchors in the earth
we are the world that surrounds us
we are every brother everywhere.
This bond with the world is ever greater
and the song of destiny
is even closer
to our roots as men
and to the homes of our families
that have remained far from our hands
with our women inside.
On the dark tracks of destiny
That wind
that carries with it
the smell of the desert
the acrid smell of war
spread deadly stench
inside the dark night
and in the bare silence
of this time
remains far from the stars
immobile and without hope
solitary companion in the heart.
It is a silent flight
it is a trajectory of death
it is the gloomy shadows
and its footprints
the last breaths exhaled
on the dark tracks of destiny
it is the omens full of mystery
or it is the caduceus symbol
of saving Peace
daughter of good and evil
immortal queen of life.
The legend of eternal love
Within the words
courage always vibrates
and then in the sea of life
silences scream
while in the wounds
tears of pain
are dissolved
in the void of hours.
In this silence
time remains silent
in the desert of the night
next to the infinite sky
and every breath born
in the kingdom of Faith
sings the legend
of eternal love.
Our garden
I will never tell you
words without love
and it will never be dark
if the sun is alive outside.
I will never give you weight
because my heart
will always be tied to you
like a beating drum.
Even stronger
will be the desire for us
if the roses do not wither
in our garden.
Warrior!
When the storm
rages in my chest
and inside my blood
of a fearless warrior
every breath
will be a blade
my thought
will be pure light
and my eyes
full of infinite joy
will be the answers
to the scattered envies.
It’s always him!
It’s him
it’s the love that steals
kidnaps people
unconscious
or crazy
he is love
powerful energy
never remains
still
in its simplicity
inside the words
in its small gestures.
It’s always him
still love
the devastating warrior
companion of life
and passions
capable of laughing
or crying
he is the magnificent animal
that wind that tears
instantly from the lips
love me always
and still love.
The Poet Francesco Favetta was born in Sicily, Sciacca, and 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! He has published the book “BEYOND-BLUE-ECHOES-SILENCE-ENGLISH-EBOOK”, distributed by ukioto in over 700 magazines worldwide.
Furthermore, Francesco Favetta was awarded by the Academy of Sicily, Academician of Sicily, in 2018. He has also published works in various anthologies and magazines, including:
– International magazine The Poet
– Revista Azahar
– 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
– Social journalism platform Different Truths
– 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, 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: by the times and events of everyday human life.
