My Spinning Bike Squeaks

Beaches

crystalline
On the beach ever since time unknown
Images
plow through the sand From the silent mind

Alone Hidden history
in every grain
waves Secrets of the time hide

Memorable
tragedies in human affairs
one time it came from the sea bottom sticking out from the Saracens

and scratching women
The dark face was mirrored in the sea agitated by arrogant
concert
hordes wore in the wind the voices and gasps
Witness the perennial sea immortal
of stolen kisses, of unbridled sex
a gallant meetings, loves vibrant
And the sound of foamy waves
background haunted echoes went

free sounds, lost forever
And my sight is lost in time
And the water reflects the deep

Mature Women In Girdles And Stockings

Our land, we are all Peppino Impastato

Our land is rich in glorious history south

from all over the world
Our Fathers
Phoenicians, Greeks, Normans
Anjou, Habsburg, Bourbon
made this great land
Kindreds
extinct in finite time but still live in our eyes
history is within us
in every corner of this land
with the sun in my mouth and the sea in the eyes
We love you land of beauty and cursed
famous men were born from your
bowels of shit you are grown men
you have trampled, mortally wounded
mafia, the Camorra, Ndrangheta
evil plants have dug deep

have made this garden scene of blood, fights and guns
hordes of evil men without honor our illustrious history

burning desire for redemption and desire to change
Peppino Impastato, courage
His first hundred steps
Against " pile of shit "
We dare a thousand more of our land and

flourish as a Venus
superb is reborn to new life.



Peppino Impastato:
"My father, my family, my country! I want to fuck! I want to write that the mafia is a mountain of shit I want to scream My father is an ass-licker! We must rebel. Before it's too late! Before you get used to their faces! Before you did not notice anything more than "

reading these words ... I HAD THE THRILLS ARE THESE PEOPLE THAT THE COMPANY 'TO REMEMBER, THESE ARE EXAMPLES OF THE LEAD AMONG YOUNG PEOPLE.

Peppino Impastato is killed May 9, 1978, a few days before the election and a few days after exposure to a documented photo exhibition on the devastation wrought by land speculators and mafia groups: his body is torn apart by a charge of TNT placed on railroad tracks Palermo-Trapani.

Peppino died because of the Mafia, but was recognized only a few years ago. He wanted a country free of oppression mafia radio was invented for this Aut, a radio broadcast in which they were ironically the story of Don Tano, the boss of Cinisi.

Does Spearmint Tea Help Hirsutism

Drops of sadness

Thoughts pressing
In the vacuum drops below bounce in
sadness gushing squirting
Neither the groove of this unknown
love fills your life passes you in the din
damped
tearing the wires and close the senses
want to lose the memories
entrust them to the wind

bring them up to the clouds will give peregrine
the arms of heaven
drops of sadness
sparkle in the lights of the infinite vacuum
you look into his eyes while I
I seek in vain through the rubble
horizon

the last glimpses of sun in a sweet agony
I drink greedily
the source of sadness
swallow all

drop by drop while shaking breath and slowly flowing

this bitter silence
inexorably toward the sea between the tattered sails of
'love.

Truckwooden Side Rails

PARTISANS

Fear and anguish of the night locked
weeping of the women on the white snow
beside the bodies of their men killed
the cry of wolves in the wind of darkness
surrounded the hollow sound of the lust for slaughter
hope slept within the horror Only their mouths shut
mute
shouting "our blood is not empty, flourished
death in our bodies wrapped in sheets of our country by

rise and shine race
bestow honor your dead

beloved children of the earth

your heart beat in my chest "
With shining eyes and gasp, wolves crossed the
swollen river
howling wildly shrill cries
of hope over the horror, torn
And the heart suddenly began again to beat

honor all the partisans, SURVIVORS AND THOSE WITH who shed their blood for us to live in a free country.

Antifascism ALWAYS!

This text I have already posted in this blog, shortly after the opening of this space
him propose again because it seems appropriate to celebrate April 25. Also
"Partisans", along with another text "Misty" always already published in this blog was published in the unpublished section of a literary magazine "Nettle" in Forlì in 2009.
I have to thank for this great event a dear friend, John Spagnoli, you read my poems in the direction of the magazine has reported.
John Spagnoli, Forlì of birth, is a writer of great experience, both novels and short stories that theater. His writing is lively and bubbly and capture the reader involving them in the essence of his characters alive. At this link found his latest book
I met John Spagnoli on the web to the same political passion that toghether. Thanks John!

poetry in the magazine "The Nettles"