PERMIT ME A POEM?

during autunn: the rain.
the rain falls
the leaves on the ground
the colors of autumn are confound
with those of the sky
brown, yellow, red, green, blue.
a turkish painting, one of mud
and the hot colors remain moisten.


Don chisciotte.
Nude I began, for the first time,
to loOk around
i saw everything, but I don't understand
the year passed
jarmed with an armour- plate.
I felt joy, grief, hatred, love
and discovered with pain
thath my weak armour
is well fitted to be hit.


Torn.
yesterday's newspaper is
torn.
the smallest piece resembled
to a peaper streamer.
no one more can be able to read
what was written.
of what importance can have
today,
that newspaper was already old.


A man who died for the earthquake.

the eyes of a man serve for seeing.
how much you loved them!
with them you saw the colors the forms
yet in thath moment
you should have renounced to them
for a moment of life more.


Like heaven.
and life continued
continued inspite of everything,
like wind, like sea
like heaven.


Permit me a poem?

in certain moments you lose
the control upon yourself
and you feel trouble.
thoughts, the strangest bumped againt
the wall of your skull box and
the head makes you painful.
the world far and the others even more,
you suffer and often not even you don't
know why.
perhaps you are tired
everyday you habit
lunch, supper, work, play
perhaps you like...
what do you like?
look you don't know neither you
life is this and nothing else
when you walk you must walk
on the pavement
if you don't want that cars pass
over you
your liberty is great till the other.


The stranger of Luchino Visconti.

Did not cry at his mother's funeral
did not believe in God
did not love;
how much strenght for him has
been necessary for remaining to live
alone?


J am also stranger.
when I saw a man ask mercy
i ruined him and i went for my way
I was to busy.
When I saw a man cry
I frightened him and slaughed at
his weakness,
when I saw a man ask love
I picked up a neetle plant
and I placed them on her hand.
when I too one day
I forend an my way
ask mercy love and a smile
I found no one
and them; too late
I understood that goodness can be
gather only after you have saw it.


To have the courage.

how many dispersed flowers,
extingiushed fireflies
too many blinds to see starry heavens
to understand and the only water can
take away the thirst
( to love the the simpler things
and to have the courage to say
always the truth.

The flight.
the train is in flight
let us run.
all of us must climb.
the Joy don't wait no one
and is too quick to pass.


the happiness is not to sit oneself

the happiness is not to sit oneself on ice and wait the end.
The happiness is the security of being strong
of having good theet
of not being tired of life
and to be willing to give something
of strange capacity thazt makes us human beings.

the eskimos


Can you live without?

can you live without
love? c
Can you live without feith?
can you live without humanity?
why do you like to live without love faith humanuty
consume yor snail in the hardest rock
search them there are flouwers to be born spring to be gushed
suns to be shone oneself

love

love is a gift
you don'0t do nothing to merit it
and ofetn you lost it without
any reason


Powerful but deprived of humanity
eithe eyes for seeing or nose for smelling
neither ears for hearind
nor mouth for talking
Blinde alone an arid
here he is, the powerful man
with hand stretched forward
in search of something human



I'll plant a sed
and I'will sit down
to wait
sun after sun
moon after moon
will see that flower rise?


TO A MAN WHO LIVED FOR THE OTHWERS

Humanity took off the hat and greeted
on the threshol of Absolute
he like a baby boy entered
looeKd around
picked
in thearden of God
nd sitted down
didn't wait for anything and anybody
had justand in the great arms of gG felt happy.

Twelve suitcase
An old lady is firm at
stationand has with her
twelve siutcase
all empty
the garment's the jewelries she has already plced on her boby
wait with patience the arrival
of the train that is neve late.


direct towards the darkeness

those who have know the real joy
alone with the shame of theri nudity
those who have never known
before the evil and fear.
tortured by a sonew to interior
those who had been full full of light
began weak a long march
the research of a promise.


let me sleep
let me sleep I already saw
the innocent killed an the street.
let me sleep
I already heard how to hide to tuth
let me sleep
I already know the darkness
let me sleep
and that my sleep be with out any thought.


the hope
how many branches already withered
too many flowers killed by ice
many life vanished before
arriving to know what does light mean.
all is the same to death
the hope is only one, let us stuve
to make itpront also tomorrow.


august 30 died
why you?
you have throwm on the giound
the garments of your characters
the make-up thath hid your real face.
you looked at the minov;
you smiled and decided!
from this overing the curtain
fallon the actor
the man abbandenes the scence.


Name of us will die
I will speak with to sea
with the heaven and with the lanch
I will narrate of a hearth
a soul,a sentiment,of a hurmeng being of his want to live
and of his incapacity
I will write on the sand a very word and I will hindar
the sea to cancell it, I will sign a heel on the bark of a tree
I will plant a seed on the fround.


By for me at once a guitar
I want to learn now,
to play,sing and dance
before the night come.
I will leave a foot print on the rock



To my mother

A dirty little vest
my in doesn't wont onymere to wash et even she,is tired to give.
I understand her end I world
like to markee her smile still but Iam nothing but a fertparint of humen being who
I can't beable to denaite not even to her who has given it forgive me

So much green around you
Life is a marvelous thing
when you perceive that the sun
shives also for you that a piece of the sky is blue
also for you
that not all men suffer and that there are al ways
many green leaves around that reveive every spring.

They hate each other
Barnen steppe
vast desert
the sun beats more and stranger
the morn disappears
and the night is dark
men heart each other.

Way we have not developed into friend ?

Why my hand is so different from yours?
Whant desert surrounds ou existence ?
My live is different, too far
from yours to bring for the this
friendshep.

Thruth?
Divide oneself hundred times
hide oneself behind a stone wall
that has no cracks
prefend still
smill orcry
this is amd truth?

Egoism
Around us
meters of barbed wire and behind a machine-gum


Sometimes
Sometimes you pick flowers
and after them to you good
sometimes you hold with love
the hand of you alike
sometimes you feel to open your
lips for a smile
sometimes ang you will experience
the joy of receiving
sometimes give thanks for that wich
has been given to you
sometimes.