NAPLES - Observing, thinking and then writing. These are the three stages that for more than 30 years have characterised my poetic production. The reality that appears to me, the feelings of the heart and mind, and the strength to transform all of it into verse, are passions of my life. A tremendous passion, I would say! Tremendous in the etymological sense of the word -- that makes you shake. Yes, because when I write, and I do it in the most desperate moments of day and night, I truly feel myself shaking with emotion. An intense relationship, so complicated, that which I have with poetry that reverberates within me.

  My collected poetics are truly many, and I am linked to each of them, to each for a reason. They are diverse; they touch themes that reach our lives swinging between the social aspect and the existential, between the theme of love and of children and their fragility, finally arriving at grand themes of a religious character.

  And if poetry is a weapon loaded with energy, it is true that it is through itself and in itself that we can see that strong presence of a Christian testimony - among the highest that the art can express.

  I can, in a decisive and convincing manner, affirm that my poetry can make itself instrumental in telling of my relationship with God, because in its existentially and purity, it knows how to talk of topics that, apparently, can seem indecipherable because of the mystery that surrounds them. To talk of God, of the mystery of the holy spirit - is it possible to do so with human language?

 Personally, I try. Asking myself where the biggest questions are hidden, those that surround all of existence, asking myself about God and then revealing my thoughts through verse means, it seems to me, working in a way in which every moment can become eternal, transforming reflections into the infinitely large, towards the immensity that touches the mystery. And then it follows that my poetry could be that something capable of putting one in contact with God. It is surely a tiring path, but it lets me set off on the tracks of the Lord, and at certain times it even gives me the impression of driving towards a more profound religious preparation.

  I am continuously caught up in the search for reason in the sense of a window that can give justification to the happenings of our live and always aimed towards an answer that at times even reason cannot lift from the deepest abyss.

 The questions woven of all religious sense run through my mind and transfuse into verses that lead inevitably to confirming the existence of God, Him who calms the heart and caresses the soul, Him who moves all reality, the Other who pushed me beyond reason to admit that there exists something incomprehensible that must be kept by Faith.

  The face of Christ appears in almost all religious poetry and my gaze always turns to him,  first as a man and then as a poet. Towards him I address myself even if the path appears rough. That face, I know, will light my life, ridding it of every anguish, keeping me company through all the deserts that I meet in my life.

  I am a vagabond and a poet. I live and breathe in the pursuit of that principle on which I can root my existence, without hesitation, without stumbling on my troubled journey, without feeling lonely, abandoned to the precariousness of life.

 I am certain that our Godly omniscient Father, Christ our Saviour and the Holy Spirit who look down on us, will reach out their hands and will be my safe haven. My verses are a continuous search for God that, through my meditations, appear in his infinite kindness, capable of helping and giving comfort, easing every pain.

  My poetry is full of religious imagery, of questions and doubts that go alongside the search for that which is everything and escapes me in every moment of my existence; to be a mirror to my faith, a testimony of a path in which the divine being and the horizon on which we live.

 It is the trust in God and the hope of finding healing. In short, my poetic language expresses a dialogue, relationship and dialect with the divine and is through itself that evermore I am able to collect and perceive the power and sublime nature of our heavenly Father who is Love and a Love that knows no bounds.

  The Holy Spirit is the Essence of the Absolute.

Ing. Francesco Terrone

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