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!
That’s life!
It’s a gift
breathe non-stop
sing in your heart
lives in the rock.
That’s life
it’s time that goes
they are the deep roots
in the earth by man.
And it still is
love in your veins
it is the inner child
every human bond.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
Do not talk to me!
Don’t talk to me man
don’t talk to me yet
in harsh tones
and laughter on the lips
don’t talk to me about life
of your desires
and your accumulated stuff.
Nothing about us is seed
truth and destinies
they are hidden from the eyes
don’t talk to me man
you are in love with yourself
of your selfishness
of your hidden poison.
Freedom in my hands!
In the wind
I’ll let it escape
every moment
in the teeth
I’ll hold on tight
freedom
in my hands
I will have life
and in my eyes
infinite love.
My life
that you often drink
in inner silence
swallowed tears
and then my life
your eternal breath
It will always be
warrior
and a song
never tamed.
We are one humanity
Flying aimlessly
we are travellers
between the stars and the sky
shipwrecked in the universe
looking for the meaning of life
destinies drifting over time.
We are one humanity
in search of our days
scattered footsteps in the galaxies
always wandering souls
children of spring
and spouses kidnapped from life.
We are the eternal space
where everything is infinite
we are the wounds in the earth
the desperate breathing in the night
peace in the future of the world
and we are still the divine song.
The seed of life
The soul sleeps
breathe in your thoughts
rest happy
it’s night in the heart
silence lives everywhere
in the realm of dreams
everything is sacred
life is seed
it is faith.
The soul
lives eternally
in the ways of the universe
in every home
she is the spirit
it is the celestial song
she is the bride of time
the vital breath
the eternal caress in the eyes.
You are a man!
Don’t hold a grudge
in man’s life
keep the song inside
and the love that flows
easily
in your land
in your heart
everywhere
it is your seed.
You are a man
because in your fingers
or in doubt
you never hold back
every gesture extinguished
or any spit
insensitive
or again
the portrait of anger.
Pure Love!
Comprehend,
it is infinitely and intrinsically linked to life in its deepest interior recesses, and also to the primordial essence of which we human beings are made:
body and soul, blood and emotions!
Still, within every little breath, in everyday stories, we are:
the miracle of life, and the songs, and the faith in the heart, the peace and the love,
harmony and serenity!
We are:
that everything that surrounds us, and drowns us and our lives in the earthly journey!
It’s a whole thing!
It’s unique!
It is the truth!
It is essentially:
every moment that
human knowledge, painfully, gives birth to itself!
The exact moment, where a single powerful cry would like to tear apart everything, absolutely everything, destroy everything, give justice, shed light and give life, what it is, the right cure:
Pure Love!
She’s the one knocking !
It’s your turn
man
you have to run
with force
every day that comes
you can’t sit
you hear the music
it is she who knocks
in life
tirelessly.
Get up man
it’s dawn
come on the hours begin
do not stop
walk the way
of your dreams
push again
it’s not the end
it is the beginning of man
it is the song of the heart.
© Copyright Francesco Favetta
