In The Name Of Poetry

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”;
World Smith International Editorial; OPA The Poetry Journal; Innumerable magazine; Polis Magazine; rank of minister in the Order of the Titan and publication of a lyric in October mania;
international literary magazine Kavya Kishor in Bangladeshi 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! Francesco Favetta Sciacca (Sicily )Italy



We live in war


We fall into the darkness
inside the wounds of the earth
in the silence of the days
in rivers of blood
flowing in the streets
pain around us
and the death of children.
We live in war
we have become inhuman
and we accept any violence
every day imposed
by heartless men
criminal brutes and murderers
vampires of innocent blood.



Deep in the light of the eyes


Beyond that hedge
I see the horizon disappearing
in the silence of the earth
far from reality
away from the noise.
I hear the song of nature
stronger and stronger in life
and in every desert I have seen
a hidden flower
fragile nascent shoot.
Deep in the light of the eyes
the soul is silent faith
that breathes in wonders
of the heart and life
a full moon of love.


 It’s inside you!


For good
there’s a party
the happy thought
every interior dwelling
born from the heart.
In the eyes
there is the soul
the eternal spark
the seed of dreams
But it’s in the heart
that love reigns
the sacred fire
the truth



The roots of man


Sing from the heart
and everywhere in life
away from everything
and from evil
infinite love
the fearless thought
it is a rare seed
never putrefied.
It lives in the blood
the desire to fight
and fight for good
build bridges
without the violence
go down
down to the roots
to become a man.



 Little girl from Gaza


I’ll touch your face
innocent soul
breath killed
from the iron of man
flesh stolen from life.
I will hug you again
silent unaware age
daughter kidnapped at the time
I’m still a budding singer
open wound in the world.
I will remember you in my heart
wherever you are
little girl from Gaza
caresses and sacred dreams
it will be the sheets
of your eternal sleep.


What kind of man would you be


Beast you are man
what kind of man would you be
in this human delirium
but then it’s so heavy
your burden
to ruin everything
every little bond.
On the consciences of the world
your responsibilities
they are terror and fears
the crosses on the pain of the people
your fratricidal wars
innocent deaths
mud and blood on the ground.


Ohhh my captain !


Ohhhh my captain
the trials of life are long
as well as truths in the mists
that shatter over time
leaving trails everywhere
they are the destinies born
in the silence of the days.
Ohhhh my captain
helmsman always
never tamed by storms
intrepid destiny
your routes are
the ways of courage
seabeds and hidden beaches.
Ohhhh my captain
raise the sails and turn the bow
because the wind has become
furious and arrogant
howls from the South
from the Mediterranean coasts
brings destruction and death.

©Copyright Francesco Favetta.

Post a Comment