Some days I do not just wake up;

I get a renaissance.

I stare up and see a new sky,

a blue one I had never seen before;

a fresh air never felt in my lungs and

a music until then unknown for me.

I need to hold on not to become like

the novice of The Sound of Music

dancing in the Austrian Alps.

I don’t recognize yesterday’s colors

and see admirable amusing people.

It seems to me a brave new world,

the rediscovery of America, a sudden

and happy recurrence of hopes held.

It is my day and nobody else’s.

I hold and clasp it with all my strength

and, oftentimes, it lasts almost forever.

Published in Spirit Fire Review, April 2017.

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“Deuteronomy 32-20 – Then He said,

I will hide My face from them,

I will see what their end will be;

For they are a perverse generation, Sons in whom is no faithfulness”

You have put us to the test,

leaving us alone,

missing your guidance

and the words of your prophets.

We go astray as lost sheep

and cannot even find the way back.

It is time You remind us,

putting an end to these gloomy days,

renewing some love and care,

which, we dare to believe and hope,

a Creator is indebted to his creature.

I surely know they are lost in the brumes

of a magic almost surreal past time, but

we are always, mainly in longing nights,

pushing away the mists and remembering

such sterling old days, when we did not know

how happy we were.

Surrounded at home by family,

guests commonly stared at us

admiration and ecstasy glances,

yet envious and jealous ones.

People cannot ever dream all the joy we have

on remembering those glorious unique days,

for so little affordable.

Although sorrowful we feel,

doubtful of current and coming times,

the bliss of our past still shines, being

a proud pledge for the rest of our lives.

Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 24, 2017.

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Smile, you’re on camera,

it makes no sense to me,

unsuitable and poor a slogan.

I am not contented, for sure not happy, on seeing

so high this lack of solidarity among humans,

this extreme wickedness that dwells in our hearts,

or, even worse, for those heartless ones,

that dwells in their dry and rigid minds.

Sad at rapacious and ruthless business men,

only having eyes for the profits, uncommitted

to the human accomplishment as a whole.

I am not able to wear a smile on my face, feeling

my entire soul crying for daily evil’s perversions,

from so-called brothers, unable, even today, to learn

simple lessons of good will.

Sad for politicians unsuitable to overthrow frontiers

and barriers among nations, from so long increasing

pride and arrogance; what we should know it happens

due to a questionable and unfashionable nationalism,

fathered by ridiculous absolute rulers and dictators,

also, sometimes, by unsuspected elected presidents.

Published at Creative Talents Unleashed, as Featured Writer,. February 18, 2017.

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My accountant says that for each credit

there must be mandatorily one debt,

and next to the assets it must be shown

its corresponding liabilities.

Economists say there is no such thing

as a free lunch and to each profit fatally

will correspond an equal loss.

So have been moved the heavy wheels

that carry our chariot through the ages.

But we know that our Creator’s accounts

do not close like this.

All of us are His lovely sons and His grace

covers and heals all days of our earthly life,

without any of our known limitations,

without our proper acknowledgment

and regardless of our faith or merit.

We are His sons and His is this world,

ours the grace of so unquestioning love.

Published in Young Ravens Literary Review, issue 6, Summer 2017 issue.

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God and His angels live forever and ever,

theirs is eternity.

They must not worry about scarcity

or limitation of their days.

We give vent to our existence in that

millionth of second we are destined for.

However, many of us have left engraved,

on visible and eternal tombstone,

much more than

our fifteen minutes of fame.

A priest at the church’s aisle wears black,

welcoming boys and girls wearing white.

The priest’s black cassock makes a counterpoint

at boys’ suits, short pants and knee socks,

girls’ dresses, veils and gloves; a full display

of rich splendid whites.

They arrive holding in hands lighted candles

and small (white) prayer books, lucent faces

shining more than the candles, yet more than

some big full-lighted ceiling chandeliers.

A touching image of former times, happy ones,

the celebration of a First Holy Communion,

testimony of pure minded a children’s faith.

Then, life ran simply, giving us fewer choices,

like only black phones and only white fridges,

along with dear black and white films and photos.

Moreover, time to encounter enduring lovers,

who confront life disillusions, jointly reaching,

so many years ahead,

colorful and unsettled contemporaneous days.

Published in West Ward Quarterly, printed 2016 Winter issue.

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