Dedicated to the female universe, so that it is not only November 25th of each year: attention to our beloved women!
Women
Lonely women
lie down on the pains
a whole life
women to the stars
raped ports
from the stormy sky
from unrequited love
women cry
they scream inside their skin
all the pain suffered.
Silent women
humiliated by the hands
shaken by the beloved love
locked up in prisons
wounded hearts
abandoned loves
to their fate
eternal withered roses
in the garden of wonders
sad shields and violated destinies.
Women in love
then mothers cry
often give a smile
they rest without disturbing
several times they are friends
or they come down from the clouds
they kiss calloused hands
of man no more
lover husband and father
they give themselves to despair
suffer the ferocity
of sick love
in the silence of the walls of the house
they die slowly
stealing from the days
a silent tear.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta.
Little tear
And it’s not love
it is no longer feeling
this sick love
cross pain and violence
about the women you love.
The love of yesteryear
violated torn
humiliated
thrown to the ground
trampled on in anger
of bitter flesh
once loved.
Without the tears
choked in the throat
these women of ours
in nights of terror
forced to love
they scream all their pain
of this sick love
dead at heart
buried.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta.
Culture is the blood of life!
Culture is not like a beautiful woman who, of herself, shows all her beauty, and who steals her heart from the victims of her enchantment of a feminine nature:
culture is passion, it is blood,
it’s suffering, it’s inspiration,
it’s nothing and it’s everything!
it is certainly not,
a walk through the streets of vanity, or of the insignificance linked to ridiculous human manifestations, anchored to envies and childish behaviors, which then lead to the most absurd forms of the human construct, thus generating:
vainglory, hypocrisy and everything that dresses life with useless words.
Culture is, freedom, inherent in the blood and soul, of those who fear no borders
and he doesn’t like cages, human fences, and above all he doesn’t want to die in the void of the world and in the races of time!
Culture is, the cry, the mighty scream of the man who holds the cross on his shoulders, is the pain born of criminal blackmail, of men and women:
on the lives of others like them!
Culture loves life,
but never seek compromises,
is an anchor rooted in the soul,
it’s like a revolution
inside the veins, and in the words, in labor:
blood and salt, love and dignity!
From “Inner Soul Reflections”
©Copyright Francesco Favetta.
