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, not 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 a few:
international magazine The Poet;
Revista Azahar who edited the first Sylloge 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; Magazine Polis; rank of minister in the Order of the Titan and publication of a lyric in Octobermania;
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;
Different Truths social journalism platform;
Cisne Magazine Digital;
Humanity St. Petersburg magazine; 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 make their lives free, and furthermore beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried:
from the times and events of daily human life! Francesco Favetta Sciacca (Sicily) Italy.
Always sing soul!
And despite everything
life goes on
the world does not stop living
and the answers are close
in the silence of these days
in this song without the voices
in the passages of history
anchors in the wounds of time.
Awake life
enamored creature
fond memory of the poem
and precious dreams
docile majesty in the heart
enchantment in the eyes
you breathe inside the roses in the night
chains broken by courage.
Always sing soul
never stop
give reasons
timeless songs
shout the truths to the world
always be a beacon in the fog
safe harbor and island in the desert
of this heavy sea.
©Francesco Favetta
Who we are ?
Who we are
because we don’t see
with the eyes
of the soul
reality
and indifference.
Still
behind the wall
of extinguished reason
we pray
with joined hands
that God who
he has to help
our days.
Where
our love
where free thought
he is exiled
in which cave
the consciences
they were locked up.
Along the coasts
of life
vaguely every man
staggering walks
around a temple
beyond which
the flesh transfigures
in a thousand words
and endless poems.
There will be no one left
Who will stay
after the storm
only
shipwrecked and missing
in the raging sea
of human complacency
in everyday violence
in the fences of the world.
And then again
the wars
the divisions
invisible borders
and the truths torn apart
everyday.
Will remain
the blood spilled
from the innocents
and dirty hands
and smelling of death
of criminals
evil humans
sitting in the benches.
Long strides!
One by one
i will tear up every day
invisible rings
of the chains that oppress
and keep the man in prison
to make a necklace
to wear around the neck.
Long strides
they will blaze solid paths
on safe and unusual paths
where human foot
does not dare to set footsteps
on hard rock
on values and freedoms.
The silences of time
It’s not over yet
beauty is in life
in the silences of time
dressed in Peace and Love
resurrected every hour
from human violence.
We are lives lived
in this crazy time
inside the prisons of the world
chained to fears
dazed with terror
we are destinies without routes.
The truths fly
they look like confetti
carried by the wind
swept away by indifference
and go to die in the desert
where flowers are rare jewels.
© Francesco Favetta
