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!
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
immutable
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.
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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.
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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
still
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.
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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.
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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.
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Island
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
and
silent island
majestic landing place
of ships
never set sail
bold refuge
of twenty
impetuous
cave of peace
and
fire of passions
for hearts never
sated
thousand-year-old cradle
of light and heat.