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 Accademia di Sicilia, Academician of Sicily.
He has been published in various anthologies and in various magazines, among which we mention some:
international magazine The Poet;
Revista Azahar who edited the first collection 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; Inumbrable magazine; Polis magazine; rank of minister in the Order of the Titan and publication of a lyric in Octobermania;
the international literary magazine Kavya Kishor in Bangladesh;
international journal of language, literature and culture “Petrushka Nastamba” Serbia; international magazine, Namaste India and Certificate of Appreciation;
social journalism platform Different Truths;
Cisne digital magazine;
Humanity St. Petersburg magazine; fourth International Festival of Literature Panorama 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 make its life free, and furthermore that beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried:
from the times and events of daily human lifeb!
Francesco Favetta Sicily (Sciacca) Italy
What remains of madness!
Why my life
you are so warrior
to such an extent that then on the way
your every thought will be
a decisive step into the truth
and in your words tomorrow
a strong wind will blow
always alive and out of touch
it will never change direction
and will sail against the current.
But how much stronger it will be
what remains of madness
in and in the blood
the more they will be
the answers
that will be born
in my skin
in the silence of the flesh
and in the heart
in the tides of human life.
On the ledge of life
How many knots
i will melt
from your flesh
my star
before the roses
wither
on the ledge of life.
And how many times
this rebellious breath
it will bind you
to my words and verses
even in the presence of the wind
will find out vehemently
your beauty eternal love.
You are sea!
You are sea
Always!
In the morning
and in the evening.
In you I see
the blue expanses
sound reflections
of the waves
white
and backdrops
unexplored
abysses and oceans
never violated.
You are sea
Always!
The blondes
your hair
they get confused
with ours
walks
and the shores
of our ports
ancient shelters
some greens
springs.
You are sea
Oh yes!
Sea
that overwhelms me
with his
moved waves
and the moons
silent
the tides
and the seagulls.
Are you a woman
and you are sea
you are alone
moon and stars
you are the reflection
of my tomorrow
and the foam
impetuous
won by the wind
and in you pose
the thought
never dormant
endlessly wrecked
in sunken caves
of our senses
always on
pushed and cradled
from the currents
never tired
of our hearts
already corsairs
and illegal pirates
of the oceans
vast
blue
mighty
and immense.
You are sea!
Hugs
Hugs
I am
tight
caresses
sincere
to ours
hearts.
Hugs
love
melt
between kisses
and you sigh
of the passions
turned on
in the fluffy
thoughts
of loves
lovers.
Hugs
that satiate
then they smile
to life
at the rides
to the follies
born
in silence
hold on
to memories
to the reasons
stunned
by flavor
pure
and sweet
some hugs
balms
and emotions
donated
to ours
lives.
The sea of memories
Here in my thoughts
I find suspended moments
untied ties
old friendships
you fly happy true moments.
In my eyes they are lost
the light trails
of our lived days
smiling people
faces serene happy sincere.
Smiles and certainties
through the streets of the infinite sky
sailed the sea of memories
gifted joys sailed
hearts immersed in silence.
Now I look at the time gone by
I see my certainties
shields of light and love
with your hugs
promises of love given.
O laughing life quivering shiver
join your wounds to lonely hearts
you pulled the thorns from the picked roses
you gave harmony ardor and warmth
loves that lived so much feeling
passions of melted honey fed
anxiously dreaming of the beloved routes
like silent boats for safe seas
they landed in the free creeks
anchoring bodies wrapped in red veins.
For you
I read for you
precious canvases
words
embroidered from
wind
carved
in the eternal.
I walked
together with you
by possible ways
sunset
of ours
dreams.
I wanted for you
serene castles
satiated lives
Hugs
different worlds.
I played for you
festive bells
springs
of the heart
trails
shiny
weather
of love.
I gave for you
sincere eyes
clear mirrors
reflexes
of the stars
bright flames.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
