Poems by Francesco Favetta

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!

We are destinies

We kissed
behind the windows
the two of us in silence
together with our time
in the corners of the sky
sitting in a garden.
We are destinies
we are chained entanglements
in the blood and heart
anchors in the sea of love
we are the prows
the sails en route to life.

©Copyright Francesco Favetta

Between darkness and truth

After the storm
the face of man
now destroyed
from homicidal fury
slides slowly
on the small hills
of his sick ego
remaining poisoned
in the desert of his heart
miserly and in love with gold.
In the years of travel
the man remained in the balance
between darkness and truth
a violent son of the world
his brutal hands
they were bloodied
from the ferocious voice of violence
a cruel killer
of the human race
of the innocent brother.

I still sing!

I still sing
silent age
the verses every day
the different words
the inner voice
the verb of the soul.
I sing about life
I sing the celestial breath
I sing the beautiful
I still sing tears
here and in this eternal dance
I sing about love
and beauty.
I still sing
tomorrow and always
I sing often
I won’t stop
I sing because
my heart is a warrior.

White you love!

It’s not with you
never winter
you are spring
everywhere in my eyes
the red hurricane
in my blood
the wind before the storm.
The stars with you
they are so close
to the heart and the sun
they are breaths
in my verses
I am the song of love
every hidden thought

Love and courage!

There in the garden
on the invisible shores
and beyond time
already forgotten in the eyes
inside the little shadows
in human prisons
in the silences of the earth
in that black desert
and in the alleys of the night
it is there that she lives eternally
in a hidden refuge
the infinite thirst for life
the vital breath
the eternal caress of Faith.
That’s where they reign
in this mysterious sea
love and courage
sea where it is possible to drown
among the choppy waters
and the outcropping rocks
in the infinite human journey
and the blood still flows there
in the sea of emotions
where they are then born
with a fearless heart
and the warrior’s song
and from every thought
enchantment, beauty and love.

Inside the soul

In my every step
my poetry
breathe eternal
and imprints on the bare earth
with his verses
all the strength
enclosed
inside the soul.
In this slow going
on nights dressed in stars
and continually evolving
until the morning
in the dark night
among the darkness of dawn
gives birth
the love of life

The children of Light

Tirelessly
along the way of time
the steps proceed
they are the powerful echoes
of valiant warriors
eternal children of the Light
guardians of human life
the invisible sentinels
of the whole world.
Strength and courage
often they are the roots
the eternal weapons
of bold men
sacred and rare values
they are the clothes
freedom and spirit
I am the armor
always worn.

Tomorrow

I do not know where
t nomorrow
this wind
will blow
even stronger
of human pride
and with strong faith
in the blood.
I do not know yet
tomorrow
in which Heaven
life will sing
everyday
his steps
and every thought
in the songs of the Soul.

生命海

一如那大海
激情
在暴風雨中
震驚的異想
錨錠已然被遺忘
背景裡
仍然看不見
廣闊的藍色海洋萬頃
探索遠岸歸航。
我們是薄葉輕舟
生命的波浪
總是在每一個瞬間
舉杯
面對逆境
海岸前景
才是希望的
著陸點。
揚帆歸去也
平靜
雨忽傾
海平面升沉浮漚
風暴
夾著渡波惡潮
像火山般席捲
記憶淡淡然
唯有當潮汐帶我們歸來
時光恍如倒流。
我們燦然呵手笑得窒息幾近
藍色的
辭海波瀾水域浩
像遭遇過海難的人一樣
我們吸取
生命與鹽分
已不覺
虎裂渴吻的驚風味
血
流動
在海裡
多少蒼蒼生命。