কারুবাক 
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.
Little swallow
Maybe
where are you coming from
and yet it was
just today
when I saw you
little swallow
and that look of yours
it was a hidden flower
given to my life
an intense hug
the greatest desire
the inner voice
of my soul.
Little swallow
tell me when
you will go away
from this refuge
leaving this earth
and in this your tireless
go and return
in the places dear to you
then you little swallow
you will take away
the infinite meaning
of the passage of time
and the routes of love.
Here !
Here
in the deep blue
beyond the moon and the sun
on nights dressed in stars
breathe the immense sky
infinite space.
Here
everything is different
every breath is love
and it is as precious as light
because everything embraces
it is eternally time.
Here
love is boundless
universal secular groom
and it is enclosed in the heart
cradles innocent lives
it is eternal love.
We are the silent prows
We are the looks
lost in the void
in fears we roll
we are the faces of pain
we scream inside every day
spreading hope
on our journey.
We are the silent prows
the people left out
our journey is different
around the heart
and everywhere we resist
singing hard-nosed
the profound meaning of life.
Good morning love !
Good morning Life
good morning to you
in the silence of the night
where everything is different
where every verb is silent
and where time is naked
and is scattered within
the ways of the world.
Good morning to you
lovely bride
breath engraved in the heart
for your every breath
this life dies
on full moon nights
next to the roses in bloom
in our gardens of love.
Good morning again
star in love
beautiful destiny dressed in light
in this wind that blows
and that it drags with it
all the vigor and love
and every song loved
and the sleepless ardor in the blood.
The song of love
It is within time
the song of love
does not change
doesn’t give in
it is always on
in memories
in the moments
and in the eyes.
It’s like this everywhere
laughs in a grateful voice
the song of love is strong
it is a profound mystery
remained rock
he is blessed
divine feeling
and enchantment in the heart.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
Biography :
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!
