Un’alba bianca

 

Un’alba bianca 

e dorata 

bisogno di purezza 

e bellezza 

tre cornacchie gracchiano 

e una volpe in corsa 

sul campo di natale.

Imbolc 2026

The new wine, the new moon

 

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The new wine 

makes me remember 

in a single sip 

the sweetness of the summer 

The new moon 

it’s every time 

a little chance 

to restart again 

How many rituals 

to try to survive 

like all the days 

are prayers to say 

and I remember the seasons of the soul 

and I surrender to the power of the world 

The new wine 

it is the blessing 

of this old land 

I honour the ancestors 

The new moon 

into the fog 

in the deep winter 

it is a faithful day 

How many rituals 

to try to survive 

like all the days 

are prayers to say 

 and I remember the seasons of the soul 

and I surrender to the power of the world

18th February 2026

Inverno profondo

 

La punta del campanile 

nascosta nella nebbia 

affiora nel silenzio 

come un frate incappucciato. 

I primi germogli del grano 

spuntano dalla terra fradicia, 

e questa non-pioggia 

fa di ogni vetro uno specchio. 

La nebbia, intanto, 

rende la notte 

un pozzo smisurato, 

nell’inverno profondo 

dove lentamente 

precipitiamo.

Between snow and sun

 

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Please, leave me here 

between snow and sun 

warming up my heart 

without thinking of 

my decay 

 

I would die here 

between snow and sun 

stopping my sad heart 

turning the light off 

on my face 

 

There is still some snow on the field 

and the sun is high but is weak 

and the wind is blowing cold 

and the wind is blowing cold 

 

Need to stay outside as much as I can 

but it’s cold and I don’t like that 

while the wind is blowing cold 

yes the wind is blowing cold 

 

On the new wall 

between snow and sun 

over the old road I

 take note of 

this refrain 

 

There is still some snow on the field 

and the sun is high but is weak 

and the wind is blowing cold 

and the wind is blowing cold 

 

Need to stay outside as much as I can 

but it’s cold and I don’t like the 

while the wind is blowing cold 

yes the wind is blowing cold

I wait for the violets

 

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I wait for the violets 

as my granny said 

they are the first flowers 

coming when the spring is not yet 

but it is only January 

and the snow is arriving 

while the sky is white or grey 

Then winter came 

with two snowy days 

and with this sense of helplessness 

I don’t know how to esc from this nightmare 

please God give a sign of your fire 

I wait for something 

that I don’t know yet 

maybe someone else or myself 

that I can become again 

and into this deep darkness 

I can sing to analyse if 

my voice is still the same I had 

The winter came 

with the holy days 

they’re twelve as we all know here 

I don’t know how to fight this woe 

what I know it is not enough to esc from 

I wait for the violets

Il fumo è il fuoco

 

Il fumo è il fuoco 

che incontra il cielo 

il respiro denso 

di anime stanche 

al termine insensato 

di quest’anno sadico 

che non vuol bruciare 

come legna bagnata 

e io disarmato 

senza più alcuna traccia 

di bellezza.

Natale è come un cappio

 

Natale è come un cappio 

colorato di assenza 

che si stringe al collo 

mentre la pioggia 

promette neve 

e una sola foglia rossa 

decora l’asfalto fradicio.