The Poetry

WE CAN DO IT

The anger of this desert , Like a concert in open air , Signals the end of an era , And beginning of another , like a reality that turns , On itself , suppressed , Not tamed , never shaken , Doesn’t ever change , and you know , That you go we don’t yet know , A strange but true mystery , A candle that you blow out sooner or later , But we will blow it out much later . Never before , the top , Can always be there , Arrive at the destination , Like a wheel , Sooner or later is empty , His anger , In the race and never lost , We turn , you want , Guide it , we will know , we have to , In the obligation of life , we will remain . But always at our best , Without ever losing , Without giving up , Without rewarding , It’s very strength to the enemy , Hidden in the shadow of our misfortune . We will live , we will know . Understand who/what is behind the evil . The truth sooner or later will come afloat , And we will understand what to do , Where to go , How to live .

OUR FORCE, OUR FORTRESS

In anger drown all of my thoughts , They would be sincere , Yes , but with the hard work you do , you know , That you will take the path if you want , Otherwise nothing , However don’t ever be , The loser , Because victory over evil , Is the only way , Determined wake , To be well , you should , Knowing it is already just . Everything goes without saying , But if you have a mind that goes beyond , You move more securely between hearts , Towards a direction of hope , Against the empty abyss , Of values and conscious , That guide our hearts , Towards the lights that shine and fast , Ignite our souls , Lifeless , Still on the ground , without senses , Bad luck is not of us , Because if you have the desire to react , In the action against the adversity you’ll wake up , Infinite sensations of pure fear , That last , ‘take care’ Of us , Born again like flowers , In the Spring of our hopes , Between our dreams , Wandering in the ‘City of Happiness’ , That does not want to be destroyed , If we will want it . At least this will be Our force , our fortress .

THE END OF EVIL

On a carpet of feelings, Walks evil, That drowns our hopes, In a sea of why.., life opens on the horizon, Beyond the sky, Go the dreams chained to the needs, Of roads more true and just. Human heat turned on again, Our passions, Flying beyond any mystery, And discover a river of hidden feelings. Evil burns in a fire Of revolution. I feed myself with perseverance and commitment, And when it will go out, Another challenge will be transformed, in scintillating victory: liberation from a dark and terrifying destiny, The hope that all will come back pure. The end of evil.

FANTASY IN EVOLUTION

Like a force of nature, I’m not afraid, Of error, That meeting and collision, Shot-down rejection, altogether. I don’t care what evil is worth, The sin – who breaks, My run is onset, I know , And the run must be rerun. Never with the heart in the grip , Must never end , Like a train – never tame . A cathedral of dreams between thoughts , Dies the yesterday on the rebirth of tomorrow. Hands High, never removed, in the sign of victory. In history, no one should ever die in vain, And I look ahead, Never happy, I continue – meanwhile, Love – time – heart. Everything passes – that nothing may, Ever violate the justice that rules on this earth, in this era.

Poems Written and designed (Except that BONUS) by F.S.B. with the participation of Mark Punisher

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THIS LOVE

This love, So violent, So fragile, So tender, So desperate. This love, Beautiful like the day, And bad like the weather, When the weather is bad. This love so true, This love so beautiful, So happy, So joyous, And so pathetic. Trembling with fear like a child in the dark, And so sure of itself, Like a calm man in the middle of the night. The love that freaks everyone else out, That makes them talk, That makes them turn pale. This scrutinized love, Because we were scrutinizing it, Hunted hurt impeded finished denied forgotten, Because we hunted hurt impeded finished denied forgot it. This love in its entirety, So vibrant still, And completely radiant, It’s yours, It’s mine, That which had been, This thing always new, And that hasn’t changed. As real as a plant, As shaky as a bird, As hot as lively as summer. We can both of us, Leave and come back, We can forget And then go back to sleep. We reawaken suffer grow old, We fall asleep again. Dreaming of death, We awake smiling and laughing And grow young again. Our love remains there, Stubborn as a mule, Lively as desire, Cruel as memory, Stupid as regret, Tender as remembrance, Cold as marble, Beautiful as the day, Fragile as a child. It watches us as it smiles And it speaks to us without saying anything And me I listen to it and shake And I scream, I scream for you, I scream for me, I beg you. For you for me and for everyone in love And who loved each other. Yes I scream at it For you for me for all the others. That I don’t know. Stay there, There where you are, There where you’ve been, Stay there, Don’t move an inch, Don’t go anywhere. We who are loved, We forgot you , Don’t you forget us. We’ve had only you on this earth, Don’t let us become cold. Always more distant And it doesn’t matter where, Give us a sign of life, Much later in the corner of the wood, In the forest of memory. Appear suddenly, Give us your hand, And save us.
(Jacques Prévert)

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