The Poet Francesco Favetta was born in the land of 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 Motion, not should never be harnessed!
In 2018 he was awarded the Academician of Sicily by the Accademia di Sicilia.
He has been published in various anthologies and magazines, among which we mention a few: 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; “Poetic Galaxy Atunis”;
WorldSmith International Editorial; OPA The Poetry Journal; Innombrable magazine; Polis Magazine; rank of minister in 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, “Sciacca Terme”.
Finally, the Poet Francesco Favetta is convinced that Poetry will be the weapon with which humanity will set its life free, and furthermore that Beauty will always be a truth, which will never be buried:
from the times and events of daily human life!
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
My poems!
Of this passion
it’s never night
it often happens
which is never tamed
that rebellious heart
and beats non-stop
sleepless in the veins
fearless warrior.
Inside the caves
desires never fail
of this vast sea
no waves or storms
then drowns my life
rushes in the blood
they are my poems
born from moments.
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
Nothing will change!
You can understand life
but here unfortunately
nothing will change
the fear is desperate
bow even on holidays
falling into a bank
ruin remained in the heart.
Never defeated
along with the wounds
she was blocked from Heaven
and she was so close to the wind
even as the stars change
and the beloved routes
in the raging sea of life.
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
Go away tails!
Go away
rebellious song
because it’s not easy
stop
on the windows
of this world
so violent.
Go away tails
and dirty clothes
inside this pain
made bitter by tears
swallowed into your veins
poisons that remain
silent in the blood.
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
It’s not winter yet
Countless times
in the heart
love laughs
It’s not winter yet
it’s spring
she was born yesterday
the echo of madness resonates
in the silence of blood.
With the wind
wherever it flies
this love
always looking for parties
of dreams
and to live
where he reigns
and sing peace.
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
Poetry!
Poetry
it’s a moment
it is an invisible reality
steals the distance
bring the stars closer
weighs less than a gram
in his silences
vibrates in the skin
it is the eternal song
of the sleepless soul.
He is born
from passion
from torment
from feelings
but above all by blood
from that imposing sea
tumultuous sea
where they drown
every moment of the day
the reasons for life.
Poetry screams
caresses
excites
cries and laughs
pops out of your mouth
with his verses
delivered instantly
singing
rushes and pains
love and truth.
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
I’m far from the world!
I get lost
on full moon nights
and I abandon myself
ruining on me
in inner silence
finding peace again
that thin veil that covers
existence and the life of days.
I am far from the world
in this sea
mysterious
I breathe acrid and salty breath
and it’s nice to drown in it
and navigate it without routes
drifting over time
beyond the visible horizon.
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
The song of the heart!
On white canvases
of unforgettable moments
remained sculpted in the flesh
my best wishes fly
for you ohhh mother
on this day of absence
stripped of your breaths
always you soul
what part of the sky do you live in.
And still love is
the song of the heart
I looked at you every moment
and even today in the streets
you gave me warmth
I saw memories in your eyes
your caresses
in my son’s hands
and your smiles close.
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
