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					<description><![CDATA[The Poet Francesco Favetta
was born in Sicily in Sciacca,
he has always loved poetry, writing verses, but above
all culture, true culture,
food for the soul!
So far he has written more
than 4000 poems, he also writes philosophical reflections
and thoughts.
                                                                                   It&#039;s always life loved !

It&#039;s already tomorrow
and it&#039;s a better day
it&#039;s the right time to breathe
and to love everything
it&#039;s the season of flowers
the day after the rain
it&#039;s the dance of the sun
and then again it&#039;s
the time for beautiful words
in the crazy song of the heart.
It&#039;s always life loved
and every night
already drowned in the dream
then the light of dawn will be born in the world
and it will wear in silence
the sails of the sun
every color
and its lives
eternal warm emotions.

©Copyright Francesco Favetta                                                                                                         The  fire of life

It is love still
a song inside the heart
that suddenly steals
every breath from the mouth
and tears from the eyes
the fire of life.
He is a rushing river
drags everywhere
with his tides
and his passion
and then the blood drowns
in his deep abysses.
The love that implores
and is life inside life
is alive in the flesh
is a dance between souls
is rain that wets
and then explodes in the veins.

©Copyright Francesco Favetta                                                           
 Inside me

You don&#039;t know
how much it costs me
to stand still
in my silence
like a drum
that doesn&#039;t beat
immersed in mud
and blood
inside my teeth
and in my eyes
rebellious spirit
still alive
inside me.

©Copyright Francesco Favetta]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Poet Francesco Favetta<br />
was born in Sicily in Sciacca,<br />
he has always loved poetry, writing verses, but above<br />
all culture, true culture,<br />
food for the soul!<br />
So far he has written more<br />
than 4000 poems, he also writes philosophical reflections<br />
and thoughts.<br />
                                                                                   It&#8217;s always life loved !</p>
<p>It&#8217;s already tomorrow<br />
and it&#8217;s a better day<br />
it&#8217;s the right time to breathe<br />
and to love everything<br />
it&#8217;s the season of flowers<br />
the day after the rain<br />
it&#8217;s the dance of the sun<br />
and then again it&#8217;s<br />
the time for beautiful words<br />
in the crazy song of the heart.<br />
It&#8217;s always life loved<br />
and every night<br />
already drowned in the dream<br />
then the light of dawn will be born in the world<br />
and it will wear in silence<br />
the sails of the sun<br />
every color<br />
and its lives<br />
eternal warm emotions.</p>
<p>©Copyright Francesco Favetta                                                                                                         The  fire of life</p>
<p>It is love still<br />
a song inside the heart<br />
that suddenly steals<br />
every breath from the mouth<br />
and tears from the eyes<br />
the fire of life.<br />
He is a rushing river<br />
drags everywhere<br />
with his tides<br />
and his passion<br />
and then the blood drowns<br />
in his deep abysses.<br />
The love that implores<br />
and is life inside life<br />
is alive in the flesh<br />
is a dance between souls<br />
is rain that wets<br />
and then explodes in the veins.</p>
<p>©Copyright Francesco Favetta<br />
 Inside me</p>
<p>You don&#8217;t know<br />
how much it costs me<br />
to stand still<br />
in my silence<br />
like a drum<br />
that doesn&#8217;t beat<br />
immersed in mud<br />
and blood<br />
inside my teeth<br />
and in my eyes<br />
rebellious spirit<br />
still alive<br />
inside me.</p>
<p>©Copyright Francesco Favetta</p>
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