Quando a Roma...

Quando a Roma, si parla
In la lingua bella;
E quando qui si scrive
Delle buone e cattive!
Quando a Roma, si vede
Cose piccole e grande;
Ma non si ha pazienza d'ascoltare:
Tut'insieme vanno a parlare!
Quando a Roma si mangia,
Pizza Romanna da Perugia,
E si beve birra e vino,
Da lontano e vicino!
Solo a Roma si visita
Un paese in una citta!

Ambush

Better the enemy in my darkest days,
Than the friend with fake smiles,
For from the enemy I expect less,
And from the friend, no guiles.
To me, don't pretend to smile,
If you don't mean it from the heart,
For better the enemy that frowns,
Than the friend smiles I shared,
Who bites me behind my back,
Or ambushes me to get me scared.
Better the enemy that hates my guts,
And calls the spade a spade,
Than the friend that beguiles,
With uncouth smiles that evade.

While the While Is Worthwhile

This little chance I got in life,
Rob me not, for goodness sake,
Let me be wake before I sleep,
Let me dream before I 'wake...
Let me dream away the dreams,
And live the life away...
Like there be not a morrow,
Nor ever was a yesterday!
I wouldn't know, I was not there,
I won't be there, will I know not,
All I know is I live, now, breath,
And now I die and rot.
Oh shame, how cruel the time,
I'm, after all, not worth a dime...
Once the time is gone...
And my life's done.

Tempus fugit...

All that earthly love,
All that pie in the sky,
But you see, my dear,
All of this will die...
All that ever is, is today
Only while it does last;
The future is just a mirage,
Only a shadow, the past.

Legacy

I am a mere passenger in time,
Wandering whilst I last:
Carrying my legacy to the future,
My footprints left in the past:
The visibility of the footprint
Is assessed in transition,
The gravity of the legacy,
Envisioned through action.
If by a thousand years from now,
None of these two will have lasted,
Frozen deep in the ashes of the present,
No one should know I existed:
For a wanderer lost in the theatre of time,
Having flunked my chanceful part,
I should not be entitled to the future
Nor should have claims to the past.

The Slight Edge

I dream of wide,
And I dream of deep,
In wakeful hours,
And with eyes asleep;
I dream of high,
And I dream of far:
I sideline the Moon
To aim for the Star!
But perfect planning
With little action,
It will never give
Much traction.
So I start from Earth,
And aim for the Moon,
The stars will follow,
Then the galaxies soon.

The Plight of Gaza

The plight of Gaza, falling on deaf ears,
For months and days, decades and years.
How cruel a man can be to another?
The children of Gaza know it too well:
The ones that survive the guns,
And the ones in many a cell!
Day after day, year after year,
Living in fear;
Bleeding within and without,
In that long tunnel of hopelessness,
With no end in sight,
To this bloody fight.
Galore the talk-shops of condemnations
And the recalls of ambassadors,
For a few days of consultations...
Then things go back full circle,
Day after day, year after year,
The forgotten of Gaza living in fear;
With no end in sight,
To this bloody fight!
With every man and nation,
Decrying this aggression
By those with the might,
Deemed an anti-Semite.
But history never forgets:
The determination of the oppressed...
It never dies 'till all mankind is free,
Of blind racism and bland bigotry...