I pascoli dell’anima

Che bello!

Oggi c’è il sole!

Mi esalta,

mi invita!

Per una volta,

getto le armi,

le ipocrisie,

le mille illusioni,

il mito

grandioso di me stesso!

Lieta

di luce,

canta subito

l’anima mia

come fa l’usignolo,

sui pascoli verdi,

alla sua bella,

al cielo,

zeppo

di stelle e di luna.

Cerco sempre

spazi tonanti,

per viverci

in libertà!

Pascoli,

per l’anima mia!

Spesso

li scopro

occulti

in occhi ignari,

rassegnati,

delusi,

che cercano

un umano contatto.

O emergono,

sabbiosi ed ardenti,

da remote

savane tremanti.

Scintillano

a volte nel sole,

sull’azzurro del mare.

Splendono

appesi alle Ande,

allietati

da dolci trilli di flauto,

e melodie di quena!

Fra valli

risonanti di echi,

vibranti

alle danze dei condor.

E grido Alleluia!

Lo stupore

negli occhi d’un bimbo,

il sorriso

d’un passante cortese,

lo sguardo

intenso,

consapevole,

d’una bella donna,

ed ecco,

l’anima mia

gia vola!

In un attimo,

è là,

nei miei pascoli,

che il Cosmo alimenta,

col suo immenso respiro.

mi rifugio

per meditare,

quando

la vita mi ferma,

e mi guarda negli occhi.

Perché là

si nascondono,

le mie

residue speranze,

galleggiano

le memorie,

di passate dolcezze,

e le mille

immagini ed echi,

della lunga mia vita.

Là,

nei miei pascoli,

rinasce

indomito,

il mio ottimismo,

e meglio

posso affrontare

i demoni miei!

Là scopro,

una volta di più,

che la vita

sa anche essere bella!

St. Kitts, 21 maggio 2024

© Emilio De Luigi

Pigrizia. O preghiera?

Nel silenzio

solenne

del primo mattino,

inizio

sottovoce

un altro dei miei lunghi giorni.

Son vivo,

già so!

Ed il mondo c’è ancora!

Ma un po’ mi sgomento!

Nel tenue

venticello frizzante

già bisbiglia

il crescente brusio

del pianeta,

indaffarato!

Un po’ più piano,

per favore!

Non ho

voglia nessuna

del mio consueto fardello

di impegni,

doveri,

delusioni,

e progetti!

Oggi,

solo accetto

amici muti,

sorridenti,

vecchi amori tenaci,

nuovi sogni modesti!

Forse,

anche qualche illusione!

Ma dopo!

Ancora assonnato,

chiudo pigramente gli occhi,

godendo,

immobile

come una lucertola,

in quest’ angolo

remoto del nord

il tepore del sole!

Raro evento!

Benedizione

da celebrare!

Estasi

del mio corpo

antico,

africano.

St. Kitts, 29 maggio, 2024

© Emilio De Luigi

Awash

Crepuscolo

e silenzio.

nell’immensa pianura.

Indugia la nebbia

nella valle del fiume

compatta di verde,

tappezzata di ombre

rifugio della notte

e dell’anima mia

sonnolenta.

Sarà presto l’alba.

Si tuffa

frettoloso

nell’acqua melmosa

l’ultimo

ippopotamo,

Borbotta

pigramente

il branco sbuffante,

corrono via stizzite

le faraone assetate.

Ora gli aironi

bianchi sulle acacie,

sventolano le ali,

già scendono

zampettanti

sulla riva fangosa.

Inizia il giorno

nella savana.

Pascolano inquieti

orix e gazzelle.

Occhieggiano

ai margini

le belve.

Scenderanno per bere

presto dalle colline,

bertucce silenziose

e branchi di gelada

minacciosi.

Piangono le tortore lontane,

fischiano i rapaci.

A breve il calore tremante

schiaccerà il paesaggio

Questo

il mio mondo

duro, spietato,

meraviglioso.

St Kitts, 29 Giugno 2024

© Emilio De luigi

Vance the Taliban

I would like to reflect a moment on the copious news that has given Americans information on the political ideas of JD Vance,

One relevant aspect of his profile is his opinion of what a real patriotic American woman should be.

He repeatedly stated that a true American woman has a supreme aim in life: to create a family and have children.

He has also added that women who aim for a career aim for a life of moral misery.

Maybe with a cat.

I am here stating that JD Vance is a plagiarist!

He copied these ideas on women’s role in society from the Taliban, who are actively implementing in their country those principles.

The British daily The Guardian offered a presentation of their application in Afghanistan last week.

I also suggest to interested American women to look around to what kind of life they are having women in Iran, where another and similar, godly doctrine on women’s role in life is fully implemented.

Ritrovarsi

Decenni addietro,

nel mio lungo viaggio

ti incontrai,

amor mio!

Ma subito ti persi!

Ti ritrovai,

per scoprire

che volerti bene,

Renata,

è sempre tanto bello!

Ci ispira!

Ci fa sereni,

sorridenti!

Scrisse un poeta:

‘Come è bella giovinezza,

che si fugge tuttavia!

Chi vuol esser lieto sia,

del diman non v’è certezza!’

Vale ancora per noi?

Come no?

Il futuro comune

sarà forse breve,

brevissimo,

e sarà come vorrà,

io perso fra i ghiacci,

tu cullata

nell’abbraccio dell’Africa.

Ma che importa?

È pur sempre

una grande pagina

della nostra vita!

Bella da vivere!

Appunto!

Come la giovinezza!

St. Kitts, 3 Agosto, 2024

© Emilio De Luigi

The American November elections

I spent 41 years in Canada, a 15-minute drive from the American border.

I routinely crossed into the States in Buffalo, New York, several times a month.

The area is cautiously considered, and Buffalo, in particular, is not considered an ideal tourist destination.

I have been in New York, San Francisco, Houston, Miami, and Seattle countless times for work or vacation.

In 41 years of visiting the States, I have never had a problem with the people or the authorities, and I have never had a bad impression of people.

Americans are Westerners, like Canadians, who follow the same rhythms of life typical of modern Western nations.

They are, for me, very far from being odd or incomprehensible.

In short, Americans are not weird!

That’s why I am puzzled when I listen to politicians like Donald Trump and his VP candidate companion, JD Vance.

I still can’t figure out how the tired old charlatan and his VP bigot could grow so much politically in a dynamic, aggressively motivated, innovative country like the United States.

Those two individuals are really weird and have patched up an organization where sometimes they seem unable to maintain a straightforward distinction between facts and pure fabrications cynically concocted for electoral purposes.

Either MAGA assumes that American voters are a bunch of suckers that can be fooled by insisting on a series of childish inventions, like the countlessly debunked tale of the stolen election or the doubts about the place of birth and citizenship of Trump’s opponent.

However, an average voter may feel offended more frequently than Trump’s team expects.

Maga’s managers should ask themselves if Trump’s insulting and demeaning tone, his opportunistic switch from a negative to a favourable opinion of people, and his habit of routinely using derogatory adjectives when mentioning his adversaries are accepted by American voters as an oddity of the person.

Not to mention the recent incoherent mumbling of this tired and old man on child care.

A few Trumpists I know keep telling me that people don’t mind all that.

“They look to the substance,” they say.

What substance? Look at one of the Republicans’ prominent cases of incoherence: they succeeded in tearing down ROE, to discover at the subsequent elections that they lost the support of many women, resulting in the loss of the Senate and a disarticulated Congress where confusion and inefficiency reign sovereign. Support for women’s rights boils all over the country!

JD Vance gives a second example: this man lives in his world, dreaming of sending women back home to take care of procreating children for the country’s greatness.

Does DJ Vance know how much the world has changed since WWII? Does he have the slightest idea of today’s women’s aspirations?

He says the abysmal problem of the planned defunding of daycare will be solved by grandparents staying home to watch the grandchildren!

I suspect the massive section of the tourism, apparel supply chain, and entertainment industries that cater to seniors in the country is not worried about JD Vance. They know American seniors!

I also suspect that Republicans will regret for a very long time having submitted their party to the whims of an old and now visibly exhausted charlatan.

The debate: what a misery!

Kamala Harris immediately put the leash around Donald Trump’s neck and walked him around without any difficulty for an hour and a half, leading him from one trap to another. Trump always fell for all of them immediately, repeating his inventions endlessly, from the story of the stolen elections to the story of the already-born babies killed by abortion doctors.

He even repeated the story that the refugees who arrived from Haiti eat the dogs and cats of the Americans.

In other words, he did what he does almost every day, repeating the same idiocies, spending hours declaring that he won in 2020, that all his rallies are the biggest ever seen in America, that he will stop the war in Ukraine in which – he says – millions and millions of Ukrainians and Russians died, in one day, etc.

People in America, especially a growing number of Republicans, are sick and tired of Trump.

Kamala Harris never lost her composure and calm. She avoided all the scabrous points that could emerge.

She took a classic walk in the park, almost amused by the miserable spectacle of the old, exhausted charlatan who babbled his usual fantasies.

Will it solve the situation, pushing Trump even more toward a humiliating end of his troubled political life?

We’ll see, but Kamala Harri’s momentum will start moving up again.

Even the evangelicals have started to abandon Trump!

The endorsement of Kamala Harris by Taylor Swift – signing as “Childless Cat Lady” – dramatically shows more and more that Republicans have a big problem with women.

Having women as enemies is tough!

Diario Massauino

Nella velata

noia dell’alba,

in questo ancor verde,

settembre canadese

indugio nel gavì

ed in memorie

preziose

della mia terra,

della città mia,

Massaua!

Bianca e decrepita.

Là, in questo momento,

annoiato del suo letto

di coralli, onde e delfini

balza possente il sole

fra bianche spume,

fuor degli abissi

azzurri del mare.

Sul tremulo orizzonte,

per un attimo

danza nel suo fuoco,

mi sorride,

e lieve

mi bacia!

Ma presto

arrogante,

ardente,

spietato!

sale alto nel cielo!

Nella nebbia rovente

Il mio sguardo si parde

ora lontano.

Laggiù

la risacca del mare

lambisce bianca

la costa desolata

di Archico

ed oltre

Saberguma sabbisa

vibra remota

nel calore assurdo.

Nascosto

nell’ombra rada

di acacie spinose

mi accarezza,

pietosamente,

una bava di vento.

Supero nel silenzio

lacerato dal fremito

di mille insetti.

il sonnolento

calor meridiano,

ed infine,

s’avvicina la sera.

Dolce,

tingendo di rosa

vele di sambuchi

lontani nel mare,

Attorno ai pozzi,

già frotte di tortore

frenetiche di bere,

e grida

nell’aria

di faraone

irrequiete e ciarlone,

Richiami e fischi

di pastori

fra mandrie

polverose,

che lascian l’abbeverata,

e muovono

lentamente

verso gli ovili.

Ed il crepuscolo,

mi dona,

la sottile tristezza,

la nostalgia

del tramonto.

Al fine,

nella fresca brezza salina

cade

veloce la notte,

ed Intuisco

già le iene

fameliche

in agguato!

Questo è stato il mio giorno.

Come ogni altro giorno!

Immenso sopra di me

appare ora

maestoso

lo spettacolo celeste.

Nel buio

luminoso di stelle

vago oziosamente

sulla sabbia soffice

della riva,

cercando

dolci memorie

di spasimi

e gioie,

forse vissute qui,

o forse,

solamente sognate!

Ammiro alte

le galassie,

innumeri

appese

nello spazio infinito.

Che ci fanno lassù,

eteramente gelide,

immobili,

indifferenti

al mio tortuoso andare?

Chissà?

Hanno uno scopo?

Ma scioglierò

la loro

indifferenza,

opponendo

i mille brividi

del corpo mio,

anche se esausto,

e limato dal tempo!

Col mio calore umano,

col palpito

di mille

mie speranze,

col mio rifiuto,

anzi abbraccio

della tua vanità,

o Universo,

ti vestirò di affetto,

e comprensione

per quel che ho perduto,

per le mie debolezze,

e delusioni,

ed amare rinunce!

Con profonda umiltà!

t’imploro!

O forse t’impreco!

Tu fosti,

e tu sei,

e tu sempre sarai,

ma dove,

alla fine,

mi accoglierai?

Fra le tue stelle?

Taci,

come sempre!

Impassibile,

crudele,

dimenticando

che le tue folli galassie,

Il tuo tempo

infinito,

la vastità

del tuo spazio,

son solo creazioni

dello stupore,

dell’ardore ribelle,

del mio

spirito umano!

Umile

ma instancabile

che da senso

al tuo freddo,

vano,

infinito squallore!

Inventando

i tuoi mille colori,

la tua bellezza,

la tua potenza,

il tuo splendore!

Cantando

ogni notte

la tua eterna gloria.

St.Kitts, 22 Settembre 2024

© Emilio De Luigi

TRUMP’S BIBLE

Life pushed me around for most of my 93 years of age, and as a consequence, my house is full of objects and books I bought all over the place.

They decorate my modest house and remind me daily of many rich cultures, places and people.

One characteristic common to all those decorative objects is that no one is a religious symbol.

Not because I don’t have them!

I bought several because I am interested in all aspects of those cultures, including religions, of which those objects and books represent values and messages well.

I am a secular person, and knowing that the religious items I have are significant to believers, I don’t treat them as decorative objects, even if some of them are beautiful and artistic objects.

I do that out of respect.

Having said that, a few days ago, I read that the Republican Campaign had started offering a Bible, in the King James version, for US59.95 for fundraising purposes.

For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

The ‘God Bless the U.S.A. Bible” has the U.S. flag on its leather cover and includes the texts of the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution before amendments, the Bill of Rights, the Pledge of Allegiance, and the chorus of Greenwood’s song “God Bless the USA” in Greenwood’s handwriting.

I asked myself what the reaction of Christians and Jews would be.

So far, I have seen no reaction.

The only relevant discussion has been about the fact that Trump’s Bible was printed in China, straight on the face of the official program of the republican nominee to combat Chinese imports.

Where are the Catholics and the Evangelicals that support Donald Trump?

Well, they repeatedly confirm to everybody who listens to them that they will vote for him!

But are they so blinded not to realize the enormity of the insult to their beliefs that Trump’s Bible merchandising represents?

Do they remember that Jesus kicked the merchants out of the Temple?

The sad squalor of the American Elections

The Trump supporters, to fend off the denunciations from the Democrats of the countless Trumo’s lies – an essential part of the Republican Campaign – invented the theory of the “correct direction.”

Trump’s VP JD Vance elaborated on this topic after the invention of the pet-eating immigrants, which had been promptly debunked, thanks to the intervention of Republican officials and North Carolina’s Republican Governor.

Still, JD Vance emphatically says the lie points in the “correct direction.”

Let us apply this profound philosophical concept to some of Trump’s debunked lies.

For example, Trump said that Woodie Golberg, the famous American actress, is ‘demential, filthy, dirty and disgusting.

There are several ‘correct directions’ for such a lie.

The first and most apparent is that being Woodie an American black, then American blacks are demential, filthy, dirty, and disgusting.

Another correct direction is that American black actors are demential, filthy, dirty, and disgusting.

A sub-category exists, the one of the black women actors.

During one of his rallies, he said Biden’s mind has deteriorated—sadly —making him mentally retarded, and the case was different for VP Harris, who he said was born that way.

This last invention is just an insult. Still, I mention it for two reasons: first, it further confirms that Trump is a cheap bull, using and enjoying foul language to delight his supporters, and second, it provides additional confirmation of how much he despises his base, throwing at it the cheapest arguments you can imagine, well sure of satisfying its appetite.

His tavern brawler style is a coveted choice. He thinks that his supporters, which include an array of common humanity, Christian nationalists and White Supremacists, as well as the bulk of tenacious conservatives, are delighted by the vulgarity of his rhetoric.

In that tone, yesterday, he emphasized the dignity and civility of his political dialogue calling Kamala Harris ” a shitty VP.”

Also, yesterday, he spent fifteen minutes illustrating to his base the incredible dimensions of the intimate parts of Arnold Palmer, the famous golfer.

Which is undoubtedly an essential and vital topic for the Republicans!