Featured Poet - Francesco Favetta

BEYOND THAT DARK VEIL

In the silence of the night

in the drops of tears

and then again

in the dawns that don't arrive

they fall quickly

all the tears from your face

wetting your lips

of the acrid taste of life.

The moon is silent

this sly rest

in his piece of Heaven

and like a rose he rests

aiming from above

the day that is dawning

beyond that dark veil

beyond the horizon.

EVERY SILENCE IS PEACE!

Like the sun

this heart burns

and every breath

it is a powerful wind

that always breaks out

in the trials of life

and in truth it is never extinguished.

How many times has it been

imposing desert

swept away by fury

of warrior love

remained standing

before the bitter songs

to daily indifferences.

Without words then

the infinite thirst has been quenched

and into the dark nights

every silence has become

really loved sleep

absolute rest

and Inner Peace.

TREES

Even the trees

they have a soul

and they breathe

in the silence

and their leaves

they are breaths

leaning towards Heaven

the roots

instead they are

the firm bond with the land.

They sing silently

trees

the eternal becoming

and then

with their eternal time

they drag without wind

everyday

in the streets

the steps forward

of daily life.

ANYWHERE AND ALWAYS!

Make me the wind

and that every pain

on full moon nights

be the sails

in movement

on this trip

inside the ways of the world.

Everywhere and always

just do that

even the stones are

lives that remain

stuck in the ground

hard to eradicate.

And again

never silence

the inner voice

do anything to live

and sings out loud

every day with your words

the fires in the veins.

LIGHT!

Lead me

in the silence

my soul

enclose my heart

in your reasons

soul

and then undress

of every breath

and love the eternal

that is in you

and never stay

light off.

LETTER TO MY FATHER 

Dear Father

this is the time

that goes away

slowly

where there is no cold

in the silence

in the flesh and in thoughts

where love is poetry.

In my son's heart

that beats while singing

your words are roots

indelible writings

those never putrid seeds

strong values ​​that shape life

inviolable truths

sprouts and dignity.

In your every breath

my life is always alive

in your hands

dirty with work and sweat

still sleeps the silent night

and it's no different

your wind from mine

dad you are always in every step.