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, it should never be harnessed!In 2018 he was awarded by the Academy of Sicily, Academician of Sicily.He has been published in several anthologies and in several magazines, among which, we mention some: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; “Galassia Poetica Atunis”;WorldSmith International Editorial; OPA The Poetry Journal; magazine Innombrable; Magazine Polis; rank of minister at 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, the “Sciacca Terme”.Finally, the Poet Francesco Favetta is convinced that Poetry will be the weapon with which humanity will free its Life, and also Beauty will always be a truth that will never be buried:by the times and events of everyday human life! Francesco Favetta. Sicily (Sciacca )Italy
Warrior song
Let me be wind
in the winter rain
let me be storm
and destiny tied to the stars
a lightning bolt
fallen on the earth
the fire of life
and the song of love.
Let me be torment
the voice of passion
let me be a long path
and the road of every day
the freedoms in the blood
the last thought of the heart
the voice of courage
and the warrior song.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
The silent bows of life
I don’t know where you are
but I see your hands
in the wind that blows
so powerfully from the East
and I also hear your voice
singing the songs
left silent distances
and then the different stories
like the incredible novels
destinies without direction
still alive in history.
In the silence I hear
the silent bows of life
ploughing the swollen seas
and the wakes on the waves
slide forward
between the darkness and the pains
the storms and the punishments
and then in the distance
I also hear the tired voices
of mothers and children
in the long nights of life.
### Sun moon and love
Sun moon and love
and inside your eyes
my blood breaks
like the wave on the rocks
fragrant wake in the heart
your every warm breath
rainbow is in my veins.
Sun moon and love
and you woman are the enchantment
then you drown your voice
inside my life
and with your words
dressed in quicksilver
you steal my every smile.
### Here often dies
What you want man
is already inside you
is not outside your heart
but is rooted in your blood
in your different values
in the seed immersed
in your flesh.
Here often dies
the truth on the lips
and men remain immobile
enclosed in fears
slaves of evil
disciples of nothingness
followers of death.
©Copyright Francesco Favetta
