Francesko Favetta – Sicily, Italia

Francesco Favetta


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!       



Life tell me

how many times have you come

near the dark

and then by the sudden jousts

your voice still sang

without stopping in the wind

and when you swallow poisons

you are always reborn again.

Precious life

beautiful portrait

sleepless awakening in the heart

you my life

tree with deep roots

often on your lips

the song of love

it was the most beautiful music.

Life without skin

next to your wounds

my every smile was

the blood response

mine getting bigger

the arduous happy song

the divine Comedy

that faithful warrior heart of mine.

My life

how many more steps

within this time

in the folds of the days

along the journey of Faith

in this sea

that never stops

in the routes of the beloved song.


Son of freedom!

It’s in the bread

the flavor of life

and it is in every desert

the thirst of our days

the screamed novel

during the short trip.

It’s sleepless life

which never is

suspended in doubt

whether real or virtual

a different destiny

reached by the heart.

It’s the thought

the son of freedom

the impressive response

drowned in blood

the last crazy breath

the inner song of the soul. 



The friend is a son!

Invisible walls

as borders

between the words spoken

and those swallowed

in the silence of the days.

Promises don’t count

nor even the clothes worn

without causing any fuss

in different seasons

of human life.

The friend is a son

rooted in the heart

it is a fountain of pearls

the rarity among the obscurities

it is never the freezing veil.

And then between the fingers

always hides

the opposite of reality

and it is so visible to the eye

to hurt the soul.


Where  the heart goes to sing

In the silence

of forgetfulness

every thought obliviates

in the coils of time

and into the flames

in memories

remained indelible

and eternal voices

in the slow dance of the days

where the pain

it is internal singing.

Where the heart goes to sing

when the smell of memories

anchors remain


in the storms of life

and in every little rain

fell on his back

on his tired face

in the roots

and in the soul

immersed in eternal love.


In the sea of night!

In this furious sea

in the raging waves

between rocks and sea storms

the sails of a small keel

they sail across the waters

in the direction of the beloved routes.

On the sun-baked beaches

and the scattered steps in time

behind the doors of the sun

beyond the boundaries of the horizon

the stars sing eternally

and the courage of men.

In this very rough sea

every route remains in the heart

and into violent storms

the truths on the lips are shipwrecked

screams dressed in audacity and vigor

drowned in the sea of night.


Tell me about yourself moon

Tell me about yourself

ohh silver moon

suspended in the sky

what beats in your heart

and in your desires

who sleeps

your dreams

and who breathes

the intense smell of your love.

Tell me about yourself


silent moon

it’s always on

love in your veins

and in your eyes

the need to love

it is the imposing wind

that blows hard on your heart.


In the song of the soul

Bitter rice

often on the lips

that warms the smile

and lights up the face

in the songs of the voice.

We die in silence

in the secret reasons

and in every corner of the body

drowning the blood

in the ways of truth.

They still have tears

there in the song of the soul

then they emerge in the eyes

and digging furrows

down in the heart they die.


Sunny blue

Sunny blue

yellow heart

sweet sunset

beloved awakening

storms and caresses

breaths and enchantments

shining paths

surfaced abysses

screaming tides

broken banks

kidnapped flames

awake sleep

dead destinies

silent loves.



I will mirror myself in you

and to you

i will trust you

with you i will live

and in you

i will trust

rebel soul

daughter of the stars

welcoming planet


silent island

majestic landing place

of ships

never set sail

bold refuge

of twenty


cave of peace


fire of passions

for hearts never


thousand-year-old cradle

of light and heat.


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