'Speak softly love so no one hears us but the sky.
The vows of love we make will live until we die.'
From: 'The Godfather'
Figs d'India makes the counterpoint to oranges, here and there some farms in ruins,
Somebody tills the soil and you never see anybody around.
Some hang their soft hats, have the ties, take decisions around a table.
Others wear cloth caps, tucked up their sleeves, seat at the small tables in the roads.
You must seek the godfather: he doesn't go to you.
You must remember if you did you a favour.
Listen to Fats Domino: 'But all those vows we made
Were never to be'.
The movie is thirty six: the myth of a criminal family had its director from Magna Grecia.
Young America that believed everything boring was also serious!
Lands where mothers are lacking can't have godfathers in place of them.
'Vitti 'na crozza supra nu cannuni - I saw a skull on a gun',
The godfather's daydream continues this way:
'Murivu senza toccu di campani - I died without touch of bells'.
After a busy day you lay down on the bed in the gloom, Lesbia,
Your little coat opened on the groin
The olive complexion of your strong thigs appeared.
Our son will be born among the Greek olives.
The John Lennon's nasal voice sings:
'You made me cry when you said goodbye
Ain't that a shame? '
The structure of your poems is often like a scenario of a modern play - short introduction in the atmosphere at first, then the personages, often dialogues and many references to other genres of art, intentional eclectic, which makes the poems sound original and modern. (O.A.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another deep write here, , , i recently watched 'The Godfather' again, there is nothing to be proud of except some human attributes of the man and the way they eat together, , also that part of Italy which is shown briefly, , , , , , , , How Mario Puzo conceievd all this, , well thats a great work of imagination, , , excellent, , , , , , , , , ,10