First kiss

In spite of the disparity of years,

In the cold winter night

With company a cigarette,

My lady went to meet.

Radiant smile, purple lips,

Dressed in black came she to me.

Sat on my left in a pleasant place,

The food a delight to eat, happy to be.

The freshness of her heart felt like a rose

Raising emotions beautiful and new,

Filling my chest, a bag of the bees,

Making my smile grow.

Up we went to walk in the alley by the river.

A towering mountain wet with dew

Stood over me searchig for the sea.

My hand on the cheek, the other behind.

Dreamy eyes, lips bitten,

Tongues twisting snakes, locked embrace.

That instant of love overflowed my soul

Bringing passions never known.

To the name Zahava impartial I became

For it was magic sent to me,

All feelings changed to last,

Leaving a spell from which I will never be free.

The sparkling, smiling eyes

Hid the stream of future tears.

Today I grow sad and let the fire get cold,

This heart regrets the damage of the storm,

I cannot rest… Even though

So dear is still the memory of that kiss.

Poetry

A perturbing feeling which

I turn, twist, embellish with words;

It is the honor to be able to feel truly,

both happiness and pain.

It is that absurd thing which comes from the soul

And I nurture with the beats of the heart.

Communication

with those whom feel the same thing.

It’s the tenderness we feel for a

fragile, elderly lady;

the joy to see a smiling baby.

It is the tool which we induce women into whoring;

the pains we share with the sad and unlucky.

Expression of the punishment given by love.

It’s the smile we give without hopes of a return.

The turmoil of a cascading spring of emotions

which surfacing break the chest in a thousand pieces

bringing in our lives song, romance, tenderness….

It is the wanting that every word be beautiful,

sincere, honest, and passionate.

It’s flowering love.

The remembrance of the savor of a sweet kiss,

a caress, desire.

Poetry is nature, a flowering lilac, the sun,

the kneeling in front of an altar revering the saints.

It’s watching birds fly over the waves of the ocean….

It is a sweet invite.

It is lived in pain and solitude.

The remembering of the missing love;

the crying in the nights that do not listen;

It is falling asleep with a face wet by tears….

Still loving….

Regretting…..

Hoping.

This and much,… much more is Poetry.

Nature

Nature

I do not live in myself,

I have become part of what is around me.

To me, mountains are a feeling,

The noise of cities is not torture:

I do not see anything to hate in Nature.

I want to be a link in the fleshy chain,

Among creatures, where the soul can flee,

The hills, plains,

The blue of the sky, the ocean,

The sweet flow of the river kissing its bank,

The stars, or the moon mingle,

Not in vain.

I love Earth for its earthly sake.

Sunflower

Sunflower

In the best dress

Greet the sun.

Shining yellow gold

Are your petals

In the caressing light.

With the face of the lover

Follow the path

Of your star

And in the evening

Reclining the head

Dream of colors

Painted in these eyes.

Live, sweet flower

As only you know how,

Forger the pain,

Remember the love.

Gratitude

Gratitude

While eating chicken legs, the dog and the cat

Waited for a movement of my arm,

The fall of the bone to the ground.
And I, a good master,

Without impartiality

Gave some to both.

As soon as the plate was cleaned,

The cat went away: “What you doing?” Said I...

“Eh, replies, I go outside,… you understand,

You are done”.

The dog instead jumps on my leg

Playful,

Grateful just like men,

And licks my hand like a stamp.

“Oh! Good, I said, at least you stay!”

He said:” Yes, because tomorrow

You will eat another chicken!”

Politics

Politics

There is a large variety of opinions:

my uncle is a religious democratic

since he works for church

every night he recites the rosary.

Of the three cousins John the elder

is a socialist revolutionary reactionary.
I am a monarchic, in the opposite direction

of Luigi, whom is a republican.

Before dinner we often argue

because of these blessed principles.

We yell:

One wants this, the other that…

just like in Congress.

It seems the end of the world, but as soon as

the pasta is ready

we all agree with the program.

Life

Thoughts

Life

In the Immense Arch

Outstretched

Between Earth and Sky:

Life!

Brief

As the instant

Escapes from time

Long,

Like the Wrinkle

Of the regrets,

Sublime

As the prayer

Of the faithful,

Eternal Hope

Born

From illusion.

Tree

The Will of a tree

A tree from the woods
Called the birds and made a will:
I leave the flowers to the sea
The leaves to the wind
The fruit to the sun
And all the seeds to you

Dear birds
Because you sung beautiful songs
For me in all my seasons.
I want the sticks,
When they are dry
To make fire for the poor.
But, I have to tell you:

On my trunk
There is a branch to be remembered,
For that branch simple and modest,
Was strong and generous,

Gave proof

The time it held an honest man
The day he hang himself.

River

River

The wind is gently calling your name,

Blowing softly, whispers in vain.

The sun is hiding, casting a shadow,

I see it today, will I see it tomorrow?

The clouds have stopped moving across the sky,

Rain keeps on falling, I do not know why.

The moon, it moves from here to there

Fading for ever, going nowhere.

Sadness flows freely as river of tears,

Yet, a new day will begin, I'll hide my pain.

I never knew loneliness could be so deep,

Flowing, a river in me, coming to you...

Violinist

Crazy Violinist

He did not come from the sea
nor from the mountains;
did not have a wife to love
and no God to pray;
did not speak any languages,
to talk played a violin
found at the end of a dream
under the sky of a night long gone.
He would come suddenly
in the center of the town.
Around, a circle of people
stood silent, to see him play.
His notes were waves
brought by the crushing ocean.
Like a light never seen before
paints rocks and stones,
his music in no time
fills all the streets,opens doors and windows.
Men stand amazed, listening;
women….
the women enchanted loose their breath
while the wind dressing them
steals them away.
He left as he came
leaving in his place
a whiff of thin air and the music,
following him as he went.

Night fell, while people closed the doors
Hoping to see him again.
The first stars were already falling,
silence,

then all around,
the night slowly obscured the remembrance
of a violin coming from nothing
brought a free flight in all the sky,
without borders nor fear.

My Day

I was born in July
Did not know
That being born insane,
Turning the ground
Could bring a tempest.
Thus I live watching the rain fall
On the grass and the hay
I cry always in the evenings
Perhaps this is my prayer.

Solitude

Darkness
Darkness falls at my feet,
Leaving my life a dream,
Incomplete.
Alone in the dark
Silently,
Holding my broken heart.