Mom Mom whisper of love silent rustle in the cradles you love in the silence of the nights. Looks and love songs those light hands and the caresses on the faces of children born in pain. Mom they are ointments those words of yours whisper in the night to the chant of the lullaby. Still your breath on the skin and lips pink mom in heart your every smile it is a wonderful flower. These words like swords The words remain silent but soon the truth will be Light with strength and courage the universal verb it will thunder in the cities of the world in the voices he will find the way the freedom of human thought. These words will be the swords will be the different realities the history and the future everlasting clothes worn by warriors fearless men archers of life and time. Brothers They they are in us and we are They. Brothers same blood equal loves thorns and pains joys and songs we are family. Distances never desired roots intertwined in the heart and still love in our eyes our dreams and flowers to live together. Is love tears and violence! It is love that then sleeps in mud and pain forcefully torn from the earth afraid of human violence hidden beyond borders silent desert in the world dies in the silence of the truth. Is love tears and violence wear elegant dress it shows kind on the face dirty inside of feelings poisoned by rabies and eyes blinded by evil that kills the beloved beauty. It is sleepless and wounded love ready to become a legend in the mouth or in the blood love watches over mothers women and wives in wars the souls who fell victim to the song once the beloved cup married. Sing again man! Sing man sings life hears the days and to the deeds of the heart don't let yourself die inside this envelope in this endless night. Still a man dance and laugh jump on the edge of the imagination tell your dream never be afraid to show your eyes your reasons every feeling inside you. Man of reason wind man man of silence your courage still screams give your strength to the stars in the night of the world drowns without hesitation all pain and fate chained to the events of life. Heart Like bread it's you heart crumbly warm with love full of joy memory of a dream breath of a man it always pulsates suffers pains. My heart good morning heart heart so big friend of the world feeling without borders barriers humble and so strong. Inside this immense sea you always fight Heart warrior you are rest on memories everlasting is your blood love buds from your eyes truth from the days spotless they flow silently in your thoughts in born poems. Need....... Need of love in this world of hugs of kisses and many caresses. Need one more smile of a tear of joy of dreams for everyone and happiness to every heart. Need that life extinguished by violence free from any inferred reason be a long breath of love that the sky no longer gray and the stars shine for all the people. Need of peace in this crazy time where love is humbled from muscles from anger and pain. Need that the words are true no more lies and that reality of us humans is a poem to love and the wind that stirs the reasons for the pain be it finally a drowned tear in the sea of life like a light feather no more fears torn truths in the eyes of children and to the victims of this useless paradise. The power of poetry Vibrate in the chest scream in blood the verses are the words it's the breaths sometimes other times instead they are sharp knives it is poetry the true power of poetry storm inside the blood. It's not a game it is never an empty story she is always the poem the words of the soul the face of human life love next to thorns the wind whistling in the sky daughter of the heart. Come again Faith! I would like wings to fly to reach the end of the universe overcome the dark and eternal understanding buried inside my heart break the invisible barriers and so then land in the world of love. Come again Faith inside this flesh like a sharp blade rips tears this human shell and make me a man that I can understand the meaning of life. The sun in the eyes There is love in every flower in the caresses of a mother in the sighs of a woman there is love laughing in the heart and still there is the sun in the eyes and the silent breath in thoughts. There is a party in the memories dressed in songs and poems it smells of love and beauty rare rose reserved for life there is a small world in dreams and often cries out the need for love.
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, not it should never be harnessed!
In 2018 he was awarded by the Accademia di Sicilia, Academician of Sicily. He has been published in various anthologies and in various magazines, among which, we mention a few: international magazine The Poet; Revista Azahar who edited the first Sylloge 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; Inumbrable magazine; Magazine Polis; rank of minister in the Order of the Titan and publication of a lyric in Octobermania; international literary magazine Kavya Kishor in Bangladesh; international journal of language, literature and culture “Petrushka Nastamba” Serbia; international magazine, Namaste India and Certificate of Appreciation; Different Truths social journalism platform; Cisne Magazine Digital; Humanity St. Petersburg magazine; 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 make their lives free, and furthermore beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried from the times and events of daily human life!