Salvatore Buttaci : Writing

THE SPARROWS

THE SPARROWS

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


There's much we can learn from nature.
DEPARTURE

DEPARTURE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Your guess is as good or bad as mine.
THE END IS COMING / THE END IS NOT COMING

THE END IS COMING / THE END IS NOT COMING

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Sometimes lovers cannot decide love will save them or destroy them.
SEASONS

SEASONS

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


IF only we could purchase a fake-love detector! We'd safe wear and tear on our hearts.
YOU SAY YOU ARE

YOU SAY YOU ARE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


How come the tough at love are never tough enough to take the slings and arrows of unrequited love?
WHEN LOVE WAS TIME

WHEN LOVE WAS TIME

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Love is the best filler of lonely time.
LIFE IS NOT THE MOVIES

LIFE IS NOT THE MOVIES

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


The cinema glorifies war and other suspected crimes.
EXPATRIATE

EXPATRIATE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


When I lived in Sicily that one year of my life, I met a few expatriates whose talk of America was venomous, but in it I could detect the sadness of m..
YOUR ALCHEMIST LOVER

YOUR ALCHEMIST LOVER

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Some are in it for the chase, but the chased rarely recognize the game.