Michael Carricarte, Jr.

Tonino Rubattu

TONINO MARIO (Antoninu) Rubattu, born in Lindos (Rhodes Aegean) in 1938, resides in Sennori (SS), a town that has been mayor for nine years. A graduate in literature. Bilingual poet, he received numerous prestigious literary competitions statements in regional, national and international. Member of several academies and cultural associations, has been for many years the Editorial Committee of "S'Ischiglia", to become literary editor. He was part of the first commission of experts, appointed by the Autonomous Region of Sardinia, for the Unification of Language and Linguistics Orthographic Sarda. E 'honorary member of several academies and cultural associations. In 1978 he founded the poetry prize Sardinian Romangia "
Lacrimas and isperas

Sas frmnas de su Sero
trazan
bolos of alipeddes
and Puru ... ALTU
pendet Moon in a manna
ch'imbozat to sleep! Lagrimas
and isperas
in cust Earth antiga
s'intritzan dae always
arcanu in a round.
Ungias addolimadas
frazas
bértulan dae always
pedras and roccarzos
and ravens and benturzos
disignan continually
Semide death. Tears and
Isper
pinnettas in good smoke, ojos
in the barveghes
labadas the bonfire,
famidas mill'annos dae.
Isper the beranu,
Isper the mizas!
Bértulas boids
alluttas
as'incunza and tears, in
s'atunzu,
with su 'enthusiastic' and Susu
ch'ammuntonat fozas Sicca
only! Tears and
Isper
in s'adiu of s'emigrante,
in s'ùrulu of s'isposa
imbattiada dae su friar! Tears and
Isper
s'avréschida the dae s’occasu
in tottue
in custa Terra antiga.
Làgrimas e isperas
dae sempre…
pro sempre.

Lacrime e speranze

Le brezze della sera
trascinano
voli di pipistrelli
eppure... in alto
pende una grossa Luna
che invoglia a sognare!
Lacrime e speranze
in questa Terra antica
s’intrecciano da sempre
in un andare misterioso.
Unghie indolenzite
consunte
rovesciano da sempre
pietre e rocce
e corvi e avvoltoi
disegnano continuamente
meridiane di morte.
Lacrime e speranze
nelle pinnette fumanti,
negli occhi delle pecore
ring of fire,
hungry for a thousand years.
hopes in the spring, hopes
galore! Saddlebags

empty and burning tears