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!
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:by the times and events of everyday human life!
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
It’s always life loved
It’s already tomorrow
and it’s a better day
it’s the right time to breathe
and to love everything
it’s the season of flowers
the day after the rain
it’s the dance of the sun
and then again it’s
the time for beautiful words
in the crazy song of the heart.
It’s always life loved
and every night
already drowned in the dream
then the light of dawn will be born in the world
and it will wear in silence
the sails of the sun
every color
and its lives
eternal warm emotions.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
Delicatepetals in the wind
That it is not possible
the breath of bitter love
dissolved in silence
and then again
the song of love
in the desert of the heart
is not finished.
And that the roses
withered by pain
do not die silent
inside the stories
and do not remain
delicate petals in the wind
at the mercy of fate.
And that they are not
empty feelings
like those confetti
scattered in the rain
and in memories
even after the sunset
of the sun on the horizon.
Always rebellious
Live this life
even if sometimes
it doesn’t smile at you
and even when
then it drowns you
in its sudden
destinies
you live it man.
It’s not outside
of the crazy sea
of everyday life
the fire that burns
and blazes
but it’s inside
this novel
to navigate with courage.
That wind
always rebellious
still today
is alive
in the blood man
and you live it
live it man
without ever retreating.
The fire of life
It is love still
a song inside the heart
that suddenly steals
every breath from the mouth
and tears from the eyes
the fire of life.
He is a rushing river
drags everywhere
with his tides
and his passion
and then the blood drowns
in his deep abysses.
The love that implores
and is life inside life
is alive in the flesh
is a dance between souls
is rain that wets
and then explodes in the veins.
Inside me
You don’t know
how much it costs me
to stand still
in my silence
like a drum
that doesn’t beat
immersed in mud
and blood
inside my teeth
and in my eyes
rebellious spirit
still aliveinside me
I believe in life
I believe in the wind
in the rain and the clouds
I believe in incredible dreams
in the arms of a child
in the silence of the earth
I believe in a flowery desert
and without making a sound I believe
even in the silent prows.
I believe in life
timeless space
and infinite light in the divine path
I strongly believe in the stars
bright eternal trails
I believe in the heart of a child
and I still believe in the future
and in the truths that do not die.
Ibreathe slowly
I am listening
in the silence of the earth
in this din
and in the desert of life
my warrior heart
opens its doors to the sky
singing the beloved verses.
I breathe slowly
and every cross is a word
in my eyes the truth
stripped by pain
is deeper than tears
and thought is a sharp blade.
In this song of mine
freedoms do not remain silent
because they are not locked
in the inner prisons
and where a thousand invisible chains
are never the fears rooted
in flesh and blood.
Thewaysof beauty
The night
has fallen on thoughts
and beyond the darkness
in the silent silence
the darkness envelops everything
is a warm blanket
spread over human lives.
In the silences of the night
around the dormant breaths
they remain eternal
next to the heart
the ways of beauty
and every love bornfrom the crazy sea of life
Copyright Francesco Favetta
