Drum to be heard

the drums chanting

labored by calloused hands

it doesnt know others sounds
but the deaf drumming of their longings

no one to hear…no one to understand

but men preparing yourself to battle
perfect circle and a numbing dancing,
an echo ~vibrating inside their chest~

courage  courage arousing

drum’s  rhythm it is ~the voice to be heard~

I had

A frightening vision when the spirit of war arrived
i was there at the beginning ~watching~
now, i paint myself with red and white
dancing around ~i am primitive~  I’ve always been


no one to hear… no one to understand

photojournalist Betty Press

photojournalist Betty Press

Knock, Knock! The Messenger brings a Surprise!


Something must  to be delivered

or could be ~Someone??~

No one knows at this tragic time which was  the truth

~the veracity of the facts~



hand over at the doorstep

placed so careful to  always remember..to remember
DSC09576The tiny thing~ at the threshold~

in a huge place
that could be a Castle….
But It was a Castle for her incredulous eyes

they rang the bell with the pack in hands


and instantaneously the “Surprise” cries

the “Surprise”  understood….on a glimpse of crossed eyes

~that Castle was now my~

and the messenger just went away
without one beckon
with the heart so so tight

the addressees just untied the simple lace
that fall down at their knees
Oh! that petite thing that shout
why does it cry so high????

Oh! They never saw such grace in life



How about the Surprise?






L’Armata Brancaleone – Go Ahead!

the eminent war
remembering us
how is its bittersweet
a place where has no  one gain
just tears of Marie(s ) and Anne(s)

who is the winner,
Who cares?

people forget
that inside us
and really hidden
the monster lies

the man or woman
that prays in front the meal
OH! God! Bless us!!!!
Coming at sundays to the Church
The Book is your companion
Pray, is the salvation

Believe in My God
they shout
your neighbor, my friend
our sons
all following  peacefully the  way


But i have a gun
and is not for fun
and i want to see
the troops doing well
for my Country
and for my own peace

~Are you ready
for the funeral???

The same wind that blows here
unfortunatelly , blows there too

For my Flag and my blood
i pour the chalice of your life

That is why
i have one single certain
and a single belief
Poets and Poetry
That we are

Poetry Poet

changes all the world
all the wounds
even when we are so fragil
by our vanity

We took the pen
and pour the own blood
of our hearts and veins
in a single sheet
that changes us and change all

We can fill a thousands of  Red Croix Bus
same beat of  our heart
and instead the number line

or  L'armata de Brancaleone brancaleone_alle_crociate_vittorio_gassman_mario_monicelli_010_jpg_eebr

the direction to drive

Is write

~The Brancaleone Army  ~go ahead~

Thanks God!

Brave Men! ! ! ! day 23

iraq_warI like brave men
those who goes to war
and finally returned
dividing up with us their visions

I like angry men
that dispute their  honour and bravery
in a table of bar
sharing with us their strength

I like drunk men
that spit their stories and say obscene language
with your friends
separating the good slice with us,  their laughts

I like human men
that give all time
the best and the worst
and seal our hearts with a long kiss!