Il Cavaliere della Madre
written by: Abdellatif Raja
Listen to rats as they gossip.
Hear shimmering sights of waves.
Touch howls of a sinful sip.
Do sense everything that paves.
As soft, mesmerised billows awaken joy.
As lost, misguided feet yearn for warmer sand.
Enlighten yourself and heal what all desired to destroy.
Chill the “F” out, this can’t be the END.
Unchain your soul, let your spirits assemble.
Let vast horizons embrace you as with foxy mountains they ramble,
But do keep a low profile and be humble.
Set yourself free; don’t you ever stumble.
This nasty universe won’t heal you; nobody will.
Admit it first: declare and recognize being ill.
Only then does the healing emerge as one strengthens the will.
Only then can one pay for the everlasting bill.
Apparently a puzzle, but blankly a fairy tale.
From the mass, and, just like the mass, thoughts were gnawing his spirit.
Gone at sea to sacrifice a body that is wrinkled and pale.
He found inner peace in Mama, and nature led that bloody lust to the exit.
As clear as a tiny piece of dust:
Seek and you shall find what salvation for you is meant to be.
One ought not to worry, magnificent will shall eliminate maddening rust.
Gather on, people… fly, spread them, wings of a fairy bee.
- Il Cavaliere Della Madre - April 18, 2026
- Me, O Me - November 18, 2024
