POEMS

A DECALOGUE TO REMEMBER

Remember that
1. you cannot feel proud because
you arrived first;

Remember that
2. you cannot build a happy future
only on your own ideas;

Remember that
3. it is not correct to call a friend,
only when you need help;

Remember that
4. a lot of people is suffering more than us
and is much happier than we are;

Remember that
5. there is also someone suffering in silence,
to avoid disturbing the others;

Remember that
6. on this strange and tormented earth
someone dies for peace and war;

Remember that
7. a lot of people needs not only a slice of bread,
but also a greeting or a smile;

Remember that
8. someone dies for a disease and someone
because his time has come;

Remember that
9. there is also someone higher than you,
deserving respect, trust, obedience;

Remember that
10. you must remember also those who do not remember you:
they really need your help.



A WOMAN’S SMILE

No beauty in the world
can surpass a woman’s smile :
it resounds in your imagination like
the roots of your soul,
it seeps deep into your flesh like water;
its shining flavour refreshes
like a breath of Glory.
More astonishing than / the blooming hills,
the starry sky of a quiet night and the
waves of a wind-ruffled sea
here it is;
a woman's smile:
brighter than all the colours of the world,
of nature and science:
it lulls the warm seasons of your heart
it lights up the flame of love
it decorates dreams, desires and intentions.
It acts as the radiant fire of thought,
it becomes a brilliant light
on the arduous way.
It is nothing else than
a sparkle of sky, that angels
dropped on earth
to give man the
joy to live and
love.



THE ENERGY OF LOVE

Today, the twenty-first century; globalization:
Progress, evolution, prosperity…..
But all this needs energy :
Methane, coal, oil,
Nuclear, solar….
But all this pollutes the atmosphere,
with disastrous consequences
for our planet and all mankind:
our future is gloomy!
Now it's urgent to find energy sources,
which do not pollute: but where can we find them ?
Here is the real drama!
Well, there is a source
Of energy existing from the beginning
Of time, always sung, but never used, it has
an explosive power, greater than man can imagine,
It turns the abstract into real
It makes the present splendid
and the unknown attractive, and
It shines in the essence
of God……..
Its name is
"ENERGY OF LOVE."
It’s the only, precious, clean, free, endless energy, that can
Save our planet and mankind, submerged
By toxic elements, and open new mild and bright
Pathways, in every field : economic
Social, cultural….it is enough
To put it into practice.



A TODAY’S WOMAN

A today’s woman, although living in the digital era,
remains unchanged;
a world yet to be discovered;
but there is more to her; she is also the morning star,
the cradle of dreams and thoughts,
the source of imagination and happiness;
anything but an object. And what’s more,
she is Queen of the love abode, of life, so much so that
painters portray her
poets praise her
television spotlight her
the press displays her on the front page.
She is always at the center of everyday events.
Amongst the world’s many marvels, she is
the most beautiful:
with her curves as smooth as a stream’s stones
with her caresses as gentle as
a butterfly’s wings
with her smile as consuming as a harp’s voice,
with her kisses, as sweet as a spring’s breeze.
Without a woman
the world would be barren.
A woman reflects God’s light, she sheds light on crystal-sparkling springs:
A certainty that the supernatural exists,
in all its various forms.



FRIENDSHIP

1
Friendship and love are precious twins,
albeit made of glass and thus easily broken.

2
A broken friendship means that
it was an illusion all along!

3
To keep a friendship healthy one should be
prepared to sell their soul.

4
True friendship dwells in those who arrive
when all others have abandoned you.

5
Friendship can be gauged by how
you can walk together, cherishing each other’s diversity.

6
Friendship, as the last glimmer of hope
for a brotherly embrace amongst peoples.

7
Friendship is exacting, it gives as much as it demands:
therefore, in order to get, one must give.

8
Friendship creates morals and culture
the only track for a train loaded with creative wishes.

9
Friendship reaches beyond the value of theological
and philosophical thought: it can redeem the world!

10
Friendship is much needed to unite and pray over the tomb
of lost ideologies and values.



TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY

Today, twenty-first Century, 2009,
an economic crisis of planetary proportions has broken out;
“It is the wealth crisis”
But God Money seems to have lost quite a lot
Of its value, about time too!
The world over, with this now global crisis,
there is fear, tension and chaos:
Some are praying, some demonstrating
and others proposing. And those setting up anti crisis bonfires.
What about us born in the first half
of the twentieth century, still overwhelmed with the fervor of
both the warm and cold war
and with scorching poverty?
Today the young and not so young, grown up
in clover and smothered with modern
technologies, are indifferent
to the stories told by their forefathers,
then highlighted by history.
Such is the way in which every illusion of a renewed world perishes;
but the hope in the Sun God that
every day returns as a messenger to wipe the tears of the Earth
does not die. Such Earth mourns the
tragedies and oversights of this humankind
that masters the art of inventing, building, appearing,
but ignores the art of accepting,
of destiny and forgiveness.



FRIENDSHIP

Thoughts make us sad
Prayers disappoint us
Dogmas are illusions;
what harmony among people?
Desires burn in our hearts
omens of love are there;
between earth and sky direct line
among people eternal fight.
As our last hope
Friendship, You can do something:
"in the plots of fantasy
in the free thought of love
in the spontaneous breath of a verse
in the harmonious voice of one smile
in the light breeze of one kiss":
fly careful and bright in the air
spread ecstasy to our own souls,
give water to the human herds
that run crazily
to dry rivers.
In the unquiet greyness of disagreements,
ideas and glory
FRIENDSHIP is the only source
that can give oxygen
to the worn lights of faith
. FRIENDSHIP is the last glimmer
of light that can save
the world gone astray in the folly
of reasoning, truth
and presumption.



WOMAN'S SMILE

If you cannot enjoy "Woman's Smiles"
how can you find the joy of living?
Who looks after the warm seasons of heart?
Woman's Smile
You live in our fantasy as
spirit shoots, you go deep into
our flesh as living water
Your sunny/melancholic perfume
captures, inebriates, gives brightness.
Beyond the amazement of the sea, of the
flowering hills, of the melodies
of nightingales and limpid sky, that is where YOU are!
Woman's Smile
You are the leading one among the many
colours of the world, of science
and nature surrounding us.
Woman's Smile
You are a light giving life to
harmonies of colours and fantastic thoughts
that the divine wind spreads
to paint dreams and illusions
/of men/ so that light,
peace and harmony may be present in the great
adventure of life.
Woman's Smile
You are a song between poetry and music,
if you are not there... better to die.



THE DIVINE ART SPEAKS WHAT ABOUT THE HUMAN ONE?

Art is: shouting defects
and not telling our own concepts;
everything but showing our Ego.
Art is: dominating instinct to
find the rationality between good and evil;
everything but going astray in vice.
Art is: having spirit of communion,
brotherhood and unity;
everything but creating religious movements.
Art is: painting the walls of heart
with the essence of divine love;
everything but showing the naked.
Art is: accomplishment of ourselves
in the light of the only God;
everything but plunging oneself in dogmas.
Art is: respect for life,
nature, civil and moral laws.
Everything but shouting hurrah and down with.
Art is: joining of diversities
in order to find lost harmonies.
Everything but being in the pictures or in a TV show.
In order to make a new world, we need
a self-speaking art: if this neither speaks
nor arouses emotions / art /
is just pure illusion.



WITTICISMS

Those who hope for a new world must have
an extraordinary hope.

Dream and disappointment: inseparable twins.
Those who have found their purpose in life
must have sought a lot.

One’s conscience is the best good manners,
it is also useful as horoscope.

Reasoning people create historic events,
not when they reason too much, though.

Truth has very slight, deep roots,
you need patience and professionalism to pull it out.

Happiness does not cost too much,
unfortunately you can not find it on the market.

You do not need to debate with those who can think
rationally, and you do not need to debate with those
who can not discuss.

There are many kinds of love, the one we deal with
more often, though, is the less precious one.

Probably God does not use power, either;
just think if it can be given to men!

The more you debate about reason,
the more there is a reason for debating about it.

Human beings are sincere at the cemetery,
benevolent at the hospital: some other times,
they are touched by nothing.

If the world is wrong,
I do not think that people are right.

The best medicine is the mark of spirit in our hearts.

All the good ideas bring people together;
ways of thinking still exist, though.

Tell and write neither your story nor your biography:
you would always lie!

Those who are at the centre (in politics) want to show
that they are either right-wing or left-wing extremists.

I want to tell you that having faith is a sin: saying that,
I have attracted or “converted” many people, I think.

Judging is the hardest, maybe impossible job:
and to think that everybody believes to be able in that.

Being able to live is art, being able to die is wisdom.

If you believe in stars (or horoscope),
it means that their immensity has hidden the divine light.

As soon as we recognize the limit between duty
and possibility, we will announce civilization and
will not have a guilty conscience.

Great dictators have never existed: on the contrary,
many little dictators ready to carry out crazy orders have.

The loudest cry is the silence of the humble:
nobody can hear it because it is a cry of peace.

Asking “how are you” is the greatest mistake:
people are obliged to tell you a lie; not only:
they must think about something they do not want to.

How can you believe that faith is a divine gift!
Those who have no faith, then,
shouldn’t they pray and even protest?

I think we can not reasonably state who the rich and the
poor are; prior of dealing with disparity and justice,
we should solve this riddle.

We can compete to show the ability of body and mind,
but not for the folly of showing superiority to someone.

The rich need all, we have to help them.

If God was in heaven, poor us!
What would we do, alone, on earth?

Each of us has his own dignity;
where does dissension come from, then?
I think we should think about the importance
of human dignity on the market of values.

Where we come from. Where we are going to,
what we are living for; usual questions;
we never ask ourselves, though, what we are doing!

The best qualities are the inner ones:
that is what has been said, but the following is left:
since they are hidden, the market can not appreciate them.

We have never the children we dream of,
but the ones ……. we deserve.

If you know who you are, then you are mature.

Those who speak about renewal are those who (oddly)
do not know they need to be renewed.

Those who really love life can love even death.

Human beings love what they choose, when they choose bad,
they give up loving.

Hope is the secret weapon of wise people,
they use it in hard times.

People believe in the God they like:
so as to pretend to believe in something.

Peace and justice are charming twins hard to be conquered:
they fear darkness!

Fair laws do not harm anyone: therefore,
suitable for a deserted world.

People die only when they lose hope.

When we say that knowledge has limits,
we always speak about that of others.

If you lose the cult of yourself, you become seriously ill.

We have to give life to light, and light to life.

In order to carry out our plans,
we need to keep our ideas secret and cry our faults.

Those who put up with neighbours bear even a fly on a sore point.

We’d better spread the culture of reasoning,
not the reasoning for culture.



FREEDOM

Freedom
looking for lost harmonies
arousing a smile
where all around is tears and abandonment
Freedom
getting rid of dissonance of
dogmas and moulds, where
bitter life takes its nourishment
Freedom
of speech, thought and expression
so as not to get lost in the desert
of ideals and reasoning
Freedom
to welcome destiny
with no pride of drawing
paths already sated with sun
Freedom
quenching our thirst at the divine fountain
and remembering our souls so as to
arouse the lifeless echo of love.



THE PRODIGY OF SKY

When
the shy smile of violets
gives colour to the edge of the brook
and the night illuminated by stars
marks its rhythm with that of crickets,
When
May explodes its embrace
of roses and among shaggy thorns the sun
illuminates and heats the new nests,
When
roots raise their
soft arms and passing
clouds weep for passion
When
the sea wave kisses the
burning seashores and between stornellos
of wind the beautiful eyes of a woman
and her blooming figure
attract someone’s sweet look,

all is a throb of colours
that the sky spreads for living
and its blood becomes spike and says nothing

for the children who have to
live and let the PEACE live
so as to find the only immense heart

of the many faces of LOVE



TOGETHER

Together
in joy and suffering
in songs and dreams
not to be lost
in the adventure of life.
Together
like a herd that grazes
the green grassy valleys
or like migratory birds
that fly proudly to the unknown.
Together
to control our instinct
and to let the reasoning prevail
so that the lost treasure or
the dead hope will be found again.
Together
feeling ourselves the heirs
of one only Father
and acting to quench our thirst
at His pure fountain of light.
Together
to climb the steep paths
and gather together in harmony
to give only one heart
to the many faces of love.



POOR THEM!

We do not know
(we can not know)
if diversity is
human ignorance or
God’s will,
we do not know
if we are born
because of grace or wish
we do not know
if faith and hope
are virtue or merit
we do not know
if fighting happens
because of the powerful
or because it is in God’s plans
we do not know
if salvation is reserved
to catholics or to everyone.

"The supernatural hides
secrets and mistery";

and to think that the Leaders
of every religion / lost
in the folly of concepts,
reasoning and logic,
in the name of God foretell
Gospels creating walls and
confusion in a continual repetition
of truth and values:
Poor them!



A CRY OF SILENCE

The humble persons
Do not know anything about history,
literature
the echo of which evokes bitter taste;
they suffer remote harmonies and
everyday’s interests.
The humble persons
do not know anything about politics,
science and prosperity;
give back pure air
fragrant food
pure water to them...
The humble persons
are out of any kind of
society life and immorality:
there is no
"folly of victory
no spectre of ideals
no horror of reasoning" in them:
burning, old fire
that the fluvial tears of soul
have never been able to extinguish.
The humble persons
live under the protection of sad destiny
but they carry the enormous burden
of the whole human society
"and cry for silence";
give back their hidden dignity,
their breath of glory
and their denied rights to them.



YOU ARE HERE, WOMAN

It is April, the mistral awakens
the praying flowers turn themselves
to the fresh morning
the smiling sun appears
the dew evaporates
with its warm embrace
from the high peaks the cloud watches
the green valleys
nature smiles and says nothing
seagulls fly eastwards
everything around is awakening
between poetry and enchantment:
what is life if there is no
feminine sweetness?

When at night shadows fall
and hide all the things
and a wished goal
is like an impossible target
your heart beats even faster
because "YOU ARE HERE WOMAN".
Beyond a song, a music,
the harmony of verses,
beyond any living worldly wonders,
there is the fragrance of your colours:
bright, supple star,
shining in the sky of fantasy, then
brilliant in the night of
Melancholy.



IF FAITH EXISTED

If faith existed
a shining dawn would rise and
the many colours of the world would
become one only harmony and
we could shout proudly and insisting:
Man, Society, Innovation...
If faith existed
stones and walls would speak
dead leaves would become spikes
at night the chorusing of the crickets
in the middle of thin, verdant grass
would become a real concert of the souls.
If faith existed
like a grain of sand, the



DIVINE ESSENCE

The Divine essence
Is the purest substance,
is source of culture,
when it lies
inside your heart
it replaces medicines
and doctors;
a sweet, tenacious harmony that
placates the scorching heat of thinking
cures any illness
both of mind and soul
and costs nothing.

The Divine essence
is a burning tongue of flame
at the dark sources of truth
that awakens the smile of soul;
though, when among people
different religions
have no frame
it means that
there is
no spirit inside of them.



TIMIDLY YOURS

How can I stop looking you
how can I stop loving you,
you are as shining as the sun,
you are as fragrant as a lemon,
you are as pale as the moon rays
you are as lithe as the caress
of a faint wave, you are as piercing
as the soul-shoots:
we can only burn with passion
in front of your brilliant colours,

but I do not know how I can tell you that.

Into this white cloud
that the wind carries to you
I will move all the heat
of my thoughts
all the voice of my heart
all of my ecstasy
and while waiting for
the rainbow to dance
in this clear sky

I have no words and dream
of seagulls flying slowly
and green hills on the horizon;
and the image of you is in front of me.

Timidly yours.



IF YOU FEEL LONELY

If you feel lonely
let out a smile,
a sun ray / will burn it
and a breath of wind
will let it fly high / to the sky:
a fresco
will paint the neverending
walls of creation with love.
If you feel lonely
turn your eyes around
that blue lily, the violet
the daisies, the cyclamen
may have bloomed for you,
those stars that shine up
one of these could be yours.
If you feel lonely,
think that … you are sweet,
wonderful, delightful and there is
always someone who will be fascinated by your emerald-green eyes
and the flowing
image of you.
If you feel lonely,
remember that there is always someone
belonging to you by your side,
standing by you / when you feel weak,
loving you enormously
even if you do not know him:
that is your guardian angel.



THE POET’S VOICE

Beyond the horizon full
of unclear views
beyond suspended harmonies
kissed by time
beyond the dark plots of pride
and the dissonance of ideas
sweeps "the Poet’s voice".
His semantic plots
his melodic refrains
are messages of love
burning inside his heart,
in the rhythm of blossomed symmetries
within dramatic philosophy
and fruitless theology.
Inside the heart of living
who can turn on the dynamics
of universal peace?
Holy hymns
accompanied by secular music,
triumphant Masses in reigns of stone,
science, faith
in the dark game of becoming?
Only the poet, when he is a poet,
evokes rainbow views:
his voice, a song,
a smile facing the next day to come:
thanks to his vital marks
we can also wait for
death,
because it means new life.



YOU CAN NOT GO TO SLEEP

When in the anxious night
your heart beats with passion
and the valleys burn of moon,
thoughts and wishes
fly high in the sky;
tell me please how you can
go to sleep!
"There is a prisoner with no trial,
sadness for someone who died
there are rejects who
have been always cried for help in vain,
there is gospel to spread,
patterns to defeat,
that gentle smile to conquer;
but also a code to respect..."
You can not go to sleep.
There is disappointment for memories
illusion of renewal
presentiment that destiny
is already written in the air...
You can not go to sleep,
from the wounds in the sky come out
tears of "Love" compassion
to placate the scorching heat of thoughts.
It is sweet, pleasant, melodious, only right
to stay awake in the darkest night
by the high light of omnipotence
to be full of joy
when the fresh morning comes.



ONLY YOURS

You are my sky
and I would like to be a star
shining at your soul
for I am crazy about you.
The sky is high
and I am so beautiful that no one
dare either look at me nor touch me
it is just in that way
I could mantain the
splendour of a flower
and say to you yust
.....only YOUR



LOVE BEYOND REASON

We are just images, slaves
of sin and of ourselves
we are sublimate of grace

we think to look for God
but we fall prey to His
neveranding Love

we are alone, while
we are near by an Angel
who leads our steps

LOVE beyond reason



NON-WONDERS

Ministers of religion
leaders of every religion
in the name of God, join together!!!!!
If you don’t join together, in the name of God
you would remain
yellow leaves forever
wasted by the wind
along the river
of LIFE.



THE IDOLE TO ADORE

GANDHI
you flew
to the mystic reign
but a wake of memories
vibrates in pure hearts
and the melancholy of sunset
gets sweet.
Your words were and keep on being
a burning thurible
at the beginning of time,
your teachings
are a bright fire
in which ethics and truth
melt together / the
Art of Living, the Art of
Loving is born:
a blue lily at last
in the middle of rubbles of ideology.
While tears of blood
are falling from the wounds of sky
for your unheard crying,
while the human intellectuals
are going astray in their thoughts
trying desperately to find
wounded ethics,
I am lifting up
a song of joy
for your poetry of love
that paints the pages
of a yellowed literature.



THE LAST GOOD-BYE

When I am on the path
leading to the last destination,
my first stop
will be on the clouds
where I will put
my last
Love poem for you:
when the mistral
skims over your golden curls
and purple cheeks with its light breeze,
"kneel down and pray"
because it is God who is acting:
in that breath of wind
you will find my kisses,
my non-caresses
and my tears for the
unsaid words and the said ones
which have never come true.
Then, the long journey,
the long night, but
following the light of memories
my soul will be flying gently
and will be waiting for
the meeting with you
in a wonderful colour contrast,
in the eternal silence
of true LOVE.



THE WOMAN

Splendour and pain
object and subject
thought and mistery
happiness and sadness
all that and much more
is the woman.
THE WOMAN
magic and beautifull
GIFT
of a project
of celestial beauty
for the eternal beat
of life
and love.



THE RADIANT DAWN

Given that ideas separate us
dogmas make us sad
masses do not redempt us
we could use silence and
sort it out with a long ray of action
into the lighted hotbeds
from the foolishness to the reason
it could rise the RADIANT DAWN.



BETRAYED SPLENDOUR

A maked up woman
loose the most of her external beauty
can you image what can
remains of her external ones?



THE LIMIT

Where is the limit
between friendship and love
between desire and attraction
between ethics and faith
between ideology and reasoning...
Where is the limit
of patience
charity
sin
forgiveness...
We are surrounded by twilight
atmospheres;
and to think that human
wisdom knows only two of them:
the twilights
at sunrise and sunset:
these are wonderful, but few.



HUMAN REALITY

Truth that pierces one dialogue
a meeting that becomes a dispute
ideals that create scorching heats of thoughts
poems that vanish into the wind waves
dreams and false hopes that run after each other: …

This is "Human Reality"
forever, for a long time.



THE REAL HARM

If you enter the Hospital
you can figure "THE REAL HARM" out:
walls smell
like eternal musk,
air tastes like
defeat, the atmosphere
has the same colour as wax
- farewell to freedom of thought,
speech,... life.
Electronic buttons operate
eccentric tangles of thread
and faint lights dissolve
simultaneously, while
women’s splendours
with sweet, fleeting smiles
are obscured by betrayed dignity
in the middle of black, faded faces;
beyond the window panes, though,
a blue sky seems impossible.

The Hospital is a dark place
but it is extremely safe:
you can find everything there, nothing is missing:

DIVINE relations
and human illusions excepted.



I LIKE YOU TERRIBLY

If I was a nightingale
I would sing new songs
full of pining melody for you

if I was the wind
I would be happy to ruffle
your golden hair

if I was the sea
I would keep some thin waves
to fondle your ankles

if I was the sun
I would emit soft lights
to gladden your way

if I was a star
I would leave the sky to come
and say to you:… How Beautiful you are!!!

The walls of my heart
are frescos of your splendour;

I have to say it to you
I like you terribly.



FOR YOU

For you

I threw one song and one music
in the wind
so that the echo of your thoughts
will be spread around,

I painted thoughts,
regrets and silence
with the colour of
your memories:
your eyes, your figure
your smile

are falls of pearls
in the middle of flowering bushes.
Even though you do not see me
I am always by your side
as soul roots,

because I want to see you again
on one day with no sunset
beyond the veil of the blue
sky, to say to you:

I loved you because you were Beautiful
BUT... I felt you were only
... a Sister to me.



PRISONER OF YOUR OWN AIR

When you see
a young woman
and a beautiful smile, these
are wonders of glory which
show themselves
silently
to the human sight, and it is easy
to lose oneself in the deep blue
of those green eyes
or in the soft lines of her
blooming, golden figure
and after, in the anxious night
"prisoner of your own air"
it is wonderful to fall asleep and
be overcome by
a sweet dream
and paint her world with stars
until the soft awakening
in the fresh dewy morning / melted
in an eternal day
with warm sun and
white Love.



KINDNESS

If you are kind to someone, someone
will be kind to someone else
and the other will be kind to the other, too.
Kindness
is a burning desire of love
which spreads reflections of light
to the valley of tears.
Kindness
is a song between poetry and music
describing the voice of soul
and going beyond the value of faith.
Kindness
is the noble quality of wise men.
It can create limpid skies and
provoke star rains.
Kindness
is a sweetly soft breeze
which sounds like a woman
and makes your heart beat.
Kindness
is a sparkling flame of sky which can
turn the dream of the glorious dawn on
in the middle of several celebrated differences.
Let us use it
in the bitter events of life.
Those who are not kind are not polite.



A SIMPLE TRIPOD

Doctors say:
“the whole human body
needs a lot of nutrition
to keep healthy”;
No: the human body needs
one substance most of all;
its name is Divine Essence.
Doctors say:
"the origin of sickness can be found
by medical examinations";
No: the genesis of each pathology
can be found only by one examination,
its name is Examination of one’s Conscience.
Divine Essence
Examination of one’s Conscience
Spirit of Benevolence:
A simple tripod - natural
Revealing
Alternative
Replacing
medical science and its
vanishing symmetries.



THE FOOLISHNESS OF REASONING

I believe in you, my Lord,
even though you let catastrophes,
wars, suffering,
violence and disagreement happen.
I believe in you, my Lord,
even though you remain hidden and silent
to those who look for you,
love you and pray you.
I believe in you, my Lord,
even though you are indifferent
to the suffering of children,
old people and innocent persons.
I believe in you, my Lord,
even though you are partial:
you torment the good
and protect the bad.
We are your beloved children,
we have inherited sin
from our Fathers! Is it fair
that children will pay for their Father’s
mistakes? You created us
one different from the other, but you expect
unity and communion from us:
this is real presumptuousness!
I believe in you, my Lord;
I know you have mercy on me
because of these insinuations
and because of the dusty memories
of me ignorant, idler child.



I WANT TO LIVE
(dedicated to beautiful women)

I want to live
to build the holy kingdom
admiring the mystery of life
so that I can know, glorify,
smile, serve, love….
I want to live
to build new ways
that can join lost harmonies together again
so that the blue may be reflected
on the sublime altar of days.
I want to live,
above all, to better describe
the soft line of your figure,
the fragrance of your colours
and the shining light of your eyes.
I want to live
because there is a light perfume in the air,
perfume of love, perfume of You:
"you shine like the sun at noon
you are as brilliant as dew on flower petals";
even if you do not belong to me
I can live in the ecstasy of you / since I know that you are real: actually we are all
children of one only Father
"be celebrated, you Father" because you gave us
so much splendour:
these are sparkling lights of your fire OF LOVE,
they create climate of joyful life
fantasy and hope.



THE GHOST OF DOGMA

Because of truth and reasoning
the resounding noise of religions
shocked the whole mankind, now
we are alone with physics
in the dark shade of metaphysics.
Hierarchs of each religion, ministers
of religion, believers, in the name
of God, Get Joined! If faith does not mean unity,
communion, then faith is illusion.
Stop the religion of ideology
Stop the black plots full of
smoke and presumptuousness.
Stop the fire mantle
Stop the competitions for vain glory.
People are terribly tired of
prophecy, symmetry and theory:…
The sacred, the divine, the supernatural
You have made these in pieces, Hierarchs
of each religion, of all the times;
ecumenism can not grow following
the reactionaries: the dogma is a bitter pill
blocking your throat. Philanthropism
affected spirituality deeply and you
have not realized that, yet: this is
tragic. Hierarchs, Ministers of each religion
if you do not join together in the name of God, you
will always be like dead leaves
that the wind blows along the river
of life. Peace, Justice and Brotherhood,
have one only colour... LOVE!!!



THE ROADS OF THE SKY

I wonder how God can
come back on earth
to judge the dead and the alive
if he is omnipresent;
in the Gospel God says…
"do not judge and you will not be judged";
just think, how can a Father love
to be a Judge if he orders to his children
not to judge!
In case he may love to be a Master!
And as a good Master God
will come back in person among us
to reveal the mystery of pain,
misunderstanding and diversity:
those who will take advantage of that will be
the unbelievers who get
eternal life with
few small coins.
Amen



IF YOU WALK

Walk and do not speak
amid hypocritical atmospheres
your silence will not
cancel the eternal mist
but will become golden spikes.
Walk and look
to the dark valley,
at the foot of the birches
you will not find any treasure
but the jet
of spring water.
Walk and think
along the road of myths,
you will not find any dreams
surpassing the mystic,
but in the depth
of blue
you will see horizons
of glorious dawns.
Walk and smile
on the altar of days,
while waiting for what is
impossible,
you will find the line
marking the limits of tragic
..................nothingness. And if
the shade of death
appears before you, you will find out
that living is necessary.
You will walk more...........



CHRIST-THERAPY

The Holy Book says that
........... Body and Soul are
only one thing; in this case, then,
the most unconscious,
most general, most useless figure
is the doctor! He pretends to cure us
of our bodily illness
neglecting that of our Souls.
The Christ-therapy,
eternal, free, miraculous;
it defies the medical science and
any of its discoveries: a real,
absolute, vivid alternative:
a sweet, delicate harmony that
delivers and sublimates the difficult ascent
to the eternal Light.

In order to be cured of every illness,
cancer and infarct included, THERE IS
the Christ-therapy;
in order to relieve pains, THERE IS
always the God of Love.
Medical sciences, medicines,
doctors’ actions: these are
all tall stories flying
like illusions; they are
short-lived, disappointing relieves;
the only complete, eternal recovery IS
the return to the Supernatural.



FREE THOUGHT

Free thought
in order to perceive the inner emptiness
and shout out the nothingness of Ego
Free Thought
in order to share the joy
and sadness of life together
Free Thought
in order not to run up against dusty
dogmas and false doctrine
Free Thought
in order to cancel reasoning, logics,
desire and ideas
Free Thought
in order that we will never............... exult
in order to establish the reign of glory
Free Thought
in order to find lost harmonies
and be just one/even if we are different.

To give harmony to the world and
keep different ideas together, in only one colour
Free Thought
OF LOVE



TIME WITH NO SEASONS

Who are / where are
the real masters of thinking?
Science and faith do not get on well together,
Philosophy, theology, psychology
clash,
what about us, human beings with poor minds,
who should we believe in?
What is the right way?
Paradise, hell and purgatory:
are they day–dreams or reality?
Reasoning, logic thinking, ideology:
do they create harmony or are they nothing?
Love, justice, happiness:
are they possible or are they mere utopia?

UNTIL THE NOBLE WORKS
"love thy neighbour as thyself"
will remain just words,
the Poet cannot give
a good answer either,
and in this way, as usual,
mystery will be stronger than thinking
and human beings, hovering
between truth and fancies,
will keep on dreaming and leaving
wakes of blood on the majestic
gardens of time...................... GOD
a beacon amidst the darkness of knowledge.



LOVE WITHOUT LONGING FOR IT

I painted the world
with the green of your eyes
to give a breath
of Glory
to all the people.
I threw the fragrance of your colours
into a passing cloud
so that this will be spreading
to the place where the wind arrives.
I drew your outline
on dewdrops
and perfumed petals
so that the prodigy of heaven
will offer a concert of souls
full of melody and songs.
It is You, tender light
of Divine Grace who cradle
the warm seasons of the heart,
that I would die for:
it will be soft to fly
to the blue sky
with the light of your wonderful smile
in my eyes,
the warm sound of the memory of you
in my mind
and "the joy" of just meeting you
in my soul.

Love without longing for it.



FOOLISHNESS OF THINKING

Do you call him "fair God"
when He wants the children to pay for
their Fathers' mistakes?
In addition to that, He creates different children
and nevertheless He demands unity, communion and harmony!
Do you call Him a perfect God
the one who places the burden of the Cross
to the humble and weak
and protects the wicked men
as if they were angels?
Do you call him "holy God"
the one who permits fighting
among populations, geologic catastrophes
and slaughters of the Innocents?
Do you call him "Good God"
the one who has made human begins suffer
with the rarest diseases and the
most severe pains since the
first stirrings of existence?
Then, as a reward,
at the end of this tragic adventure,
he makes you die, maybe,
after a long-protracted struggle.
Do you call him "God of Love"
the one who can neither listen nor see, nor
speak?



BITS OF LOVE

I helped the weak, the humble
the enemies and the indifferent
so that my instinct does not spur on
the symmetry of regularity.
I searched deep in the wounds
of my consciousness to give
the others the best
of my qualities, so that
reality and fantasy
may be joined in harmony.
I loved life
singing holy hymns to heaven
even when I was living the saddest days
of my earthly life.
I suffered the pain of powerlessness
and the disappointment of wishes
with no abandonment in the adventure
of logics, reasoning and questions.
Now that I am getting near
to the last goal, I wonder:
"what will be left of me and what
memories will I leave to my descendants?"
I would have loved to leave an
exemplary heritage/full of values
that will not be ruined by worms and
will not be cancelled as time goes by;
on the contrary, on the gigantic wave of pain,
I will leave only "bits of Love".



I DO NOT KNOW

I do not know
whether it is culture or foolishness when people
exult at the victory of a soccer team
or any other sports triumph.
I do not know
how serene they can feel when
they spend their time taking their dogs for a walk
and at the same time some people are dying of hunger.
I do not know
how you can call "believers" those who go
to church and pray but if they get sick
they rush to healers and quacks or read horoscopes.
I do not know
how you can watch, praise and listen to
TV shows full of immoral, denigrating
scenes without feeling miserable in heart and soul.
I do not know
the reason why so many people keep on accumulating
riches with obsessing persistence, nevertheless they do
not understand that everything will be dust or melt away.
I do not know
how people can trust in medical
finds (and in doctors, too) when the only
healer is just our Lord!
The only thing I know is that
it is tragic when you feel that you are brother of
many hypocritical, vain, shallow people... But, maybe,
the reason of such a miserable life is also me... Tomorrow
my suicide.



YOUTH

Oh youth! / How beautiful you were!
Your magic fragrance
gave life to the folklore of life,
gave colour to the harmony of sensations,
coloured every thought with silver,
reduced the bitter taste of living;
there was no room for melancholy,
everything was poetry
and soft music around:
unforgettable and unrepeatable days.

Youth, so wonderful and fascinating,
it happens in life only once
and so fast;
your luminous signs,
your golden glares,
your marks of happiness
remain engraved in souls;
even in the age of white hair
you remind us the song of memories

and play joyful melodies
in our fantasy / heartbeats
and throbs of love / while expanses
of iridescent meadows,
green hills at the horizon
and dew in the morning appear in our eyes:
magic and sweet is the waiting for
... the sunset.



PRAISE BE TO THE LORD

You are the centre of the Glory
but few people believe in you
You are the centre of the history
but few people can see you
You are the centre of life
but few people can hear you
You are the centre of hope
but few people can listen to you:
the same in this information age:
Reasoning does no mean understanding
Believing does not mean staying together
Philosophy does not mean harmony...
Our Lord has no more tears
for his beloved children;
because the human blindness
has lasted since the beginning of time.
His cry of pain
is a perfect silence of Love
his wish is giving
time, spirit of life
and living light in the
darkness of human knowledge:
for such a great grace and splendour
the only thing you can do is praising the Lord!
Oh Lord, true master
of power, passion, forgiveness,
help us love our enemies
"like you do" so that
we can be worthy of you
and your timeless,
boundless reign.



THE BATTLE OF NOTHING

You can not be interested in sport
if you are not a fan, and the fan
is always a poorly talented
element; you can not support any
political, religious,
scientific ideologies if you do not create
barriers, divisions, struggles...
you can not march like colourless crowds
shouting "down with" and "hurrah" without damaging
your own and others' morals.
The earth has its own gaps
the sky has its own cold stars
the human beings have their own fragile faces;
silence is not enough to
understand harmony and justice
believing in God is not enough to be real men
lots of Masses are not enough
to reconcile wishes of peace.

In a sea of words and ideals
marked by things said and said
maybe there is nothing to do
the only possibility is sailing and fighting,
fighting to win "the battle
of nothing"; this victory will not make you feel
important but small,
so that you will be able to find the lost treasure,
the meaning of things following the light
of hope: "magic thread"
that connects earth and sky



IF YOU LONG FOR GRACE, PRAY LIKE THIS

Lord, let me learn to know the extent
of your reign, mercy and love.

Lord, let me see how miserable is my
faith, my imagination and my intelligence.

Lord, teach me to love the others (enemies
included): only in this way peace and justice will get life-blood.

Lord, let me see the imperfection of my
consciousness and heart, and let me see the wounds of my soul.

Lord, let me know myself (my
inner soul) before judging the others.
Lord, teach me to understand that the enemies
against whom I have to fight are not far, but inside of me.

Lord, teach me to point out not my moral and
religious qualities, but my defects and fragility.

Lord, help me be led by reasoning and
not instinct: only in this way I will see your lively light.

Lord, help me keep the right way
in the desert of ideology and truth.

Lord, do not let me be a master of wisdom, but
let me be a symbol of humility, good examples and patience.