Poems

WOMEN
There is everything, and more ...
there is great love
varied great loves
For their children, husband, lovers.
Women
A source of inspiration
For writers, poets and artists,
For the common man
Eager not to love
But of bodies as objects of pleasure.
Women
Poor bodies violated by an absurd violence.

EMOTIONS
Emotions ...
The smile of a child
The memory of my sweet grandmother
Her smile full of love
Emotions ...
Two puppy dogs,
my dogs, and a family
of cats that are playing.
Emotions ...
Coexistence between dogs and cats
That after a day together,
Together they fall asleep.

THE SEAGULL
There is a beach
Where the sun does not burn
And the sea scent of wildflowers ...
There is a seagull
On the rock waiting
To take off ...
There is a calm sea
Which relaxes the waves on the shore
on white pebbles and golden seashells ...
There is a man alone
On the beach waiting
like a rock for the return of his seagull.

THINKING OF LONDON (AFTER ATTACK)
Indifferent listening to the radio
That plays sad music ...
outside my small studio
cars run
Leaving the smell of exhaust ...
My thoughts today are sad
As the news coming
From the land of the legendary London.
My wife is sad for the notes
Coming from so far away
But the heart keeps finding
its pace despite everything.

REFLECTIONS
Today it is easy to
Lie and live with lies
But it is difficult
to Lie to your own works
Creativity without veils.
A painting, a sculpture
they keep secrets
Never confessed to discover ...
Past and present
of the living being including nature.

YOU AND US
you man
You white woman
lucky
never hungry
See?
I'm hungry!

You white woman
Give me your breasts
you mother
You do not want, can you not?
Europe, the World
We are here too.

FREE SPACES
There is also in us
A free space
A secret desire
A poem ever written
An announcement of pain
A great joy for the children ...
There is also in me
A deep love
For a shared life
Immense gratitude
For her, who knows from a long time now
all my free spaces!

DRESSED IN BLACK
crossing
The square with the shopping trolley
dressed in black
And with a smile on her face ...
I told her seriously
The dress (black)
attracted the sun's rays
It made her feel more heat
She replied
Of being fat
Slowing the pace
And with a big smile ...
I told her again
That her being fat
was beautiful, she was beautiful
In the sunny square
Making bigger steps
And pulling her shopping trolley
she disappeared from the square
taking away her smile.