Francesco Favetta – Sicily in Sciacca

Francesco Favetta

Biography:

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, it should never be harnessed!

In 2018 he was awarded by the Academy of Sicily, Academician of Sicily.

He has been published in several anthologies and in several magazines, among which, we mention some:

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; „Galassia Poetica Atunis“;

WorldSmith International Editorial; OPA The Poetry Journal; magazine Innombrable; Magazine Polis; rank of minister at 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, the „Sciacca Terme“.

Finally, the Poet Francesco Favetta is convinced that Poetry will be the weapon with which humanity will free its Life, and also Beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried:

by the times and events of everyday human life!    Francesco Favetta.                 Sicily (Sciacca )Italy                                                                                                           We are dacing souls

  STILL TIME TO LIVE

the beautiful seasons of life

in the heart’s forward steps

in the romances of destiny

and also in the storms.

We are dancing souls

in the path of the days

white beaches bathed

by sudden storms

memories ended in the tides.

We drown in the sea of ​​the night

and in the storms of pain

invisible rocks surfaced

in the silence of our hearts

and in the routes of our life.

 DEEP BREATH

Earth and sea

shores and hopes

among the ways of the world

a desire to live

in the silence of time

around life

wake and enchantment in the heart.

Earth and light

deep breath

of inner peace

continuous dialogue

nature and courage

river rooted in blood

divine feeling.

 MY HEART IS STRONG!

  The sky that is in me

is the light lit

in my eyes

like the stars

are islands

far away in time

and within the memories of life

the eternal roots

are the inner freedoms.

My heart is strong

it quickly forgets

every cross suffered

then breathes slowly

on the pains and wounds

that have made it

even more of a warrior

son of courage

and disciple of peace.

 STAY IN ME!                                                                                                                                    

Hug me

because this long night

is not over yet

dawn will find us united

you in me

and I in you

soul within soul

love within love.

You and I

and the love that implores

every moment the heart

our lives together

in intense nights

wherever it is

and it will always be like this

eternal love stay in me.

IN THAT DEEP SEA 

Music and words

poems and lyrics

revealed to life

faces without names

souls far

from this sky.

Here

where the wind

blows docile

in this silence

wrapped in memories

slowly

flow

the images

without time.

In the rock

sculpted

inside the roots

impassable banks

scenes without noise

echo

beyond the stars

in that deep sea

of human reason.

Rolling

on the skin

wise boulders

silent shores

wet

drown the rages

poems are born

elegant clothes

of the silent soul.

WHITE CLOUD                                                                   

Extinguished

and

silent wakes

plough through the sea

of

memories

and you

white cloud

twirl

in your destiny

kissing

your blue

sky

anchor strong

of

your

only

and

deep

feeling.

I live the memory

returns

to you

like

a feather

that

lands in the heart

and you

sweet cloud

tell

the

wind

that pushes you

to lie down

in the

sacred

bed

of

infinite

and

never-forgotten

memories

to nourish

the

serene

thought

of them

always

welcome to the heart.

THE SILENCE OF MY STEPS                                                               

I put

a stone on

I put ten stones

I put more

a thousand times stones

in the silence of the steps.

I stole the fire

and my life was

inside the Faith

and every thought of mine

scythe in the dark days

boundless paths in time.

My poems are celebrations

a dance in the night

a sea immersed

in the verses and in the blood

husband of freedom

and of the rebellious wind.

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