This is my prayer for healing

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This is my prayer for healing
in this moment of despair
among the snow and the flowers
I pray with my empty hands
with the palms pointed towards the sky

This is my prayer for healing
in this utter darkness of
this spring that for the humans
is the moment of the loss
while the crow is screaming loud in the sky

My mind is a red platform 
waiting for Your answer 
my mind is a flat platform 
waiting for a sign from You 
what have I to wait for? 
What should I expect for? 
Only the time will say a word 

This is my prayer for healing
it is not simple song
I know it doesn't hinge on me
I ask to Nature and God
to give us new hope into this transient life

This is my prayer for healing
to push away this bad curse
in my gut the fear is living
and I really do not want
hence I promise I will change my hectic life

My mind is a red platform 
waiting for Your answer 
my mind is a flat platform 
waiting for a sing from You 
what have I to wait for? 
What should I expect for? 
Only the time will say a word 

28th March 2020

Siepe

Grida la cornacchia fradicia
sulla siepe innevata
con la fessura dei suoi occhi
riesce a veder ogni cosa
questo mondo sconvolto
e l'altrove sottile dei morti
dove nemmeno il vento
riesce ad arrivare.

Ci siamo voluti bene
ma forse non abbastanza
e credi soltanto l'amore
prezioso ricamo delle ore
potrà impedire il naufragio.

Four trees

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The scent of violets it is
in my DNA
It reminds me of my granny
when she was with me
In the late
winter she said
to me

If you find a violet
along the ancient road
you can understand that
there's the new season
today
in her name I plant
a peach tree

Will you wait for me in the grove? 
I will be there as soon as I could 
Now I need to know, more than before 
you can hear my prayers to save us all 
through the amazing nature you know 

When the spring is going to come
and winter to end
all my thoughts follow a yarn
going towards her
today
in her name I plant
an oak

Those were my last words before
everything fell down
and that day became an hope
from hell to go out
that day
for her I planted
a wattle

Will you wait for me in the grove? 
I will be there as soon as I could 
Now I need to know, more than before 
you can hear my prayers to save us all 
through the amazing nature you know 

That day
for her I planted
a walnut

23th February 2020 - 23th March 2020 (from heaven to hell)

Ho deciso

Ho deciso di non scrivere
dell'oscurità putrescente
che toglie il respiro
in questi giorni immensi.

Ho deciso di non parlare
di quest'ansia incarnata
che scava via le certezze
per non renderla eterna.

Ho deciso di lasciare
la flebile luce accesa
nell'est ventoso
in attesa di un'alba.

Alban Eilir, Equinozio di primavera.

Sono stato

Sono stato nebbia densa
sotto un sole splendente
avrei voluto urlare
e scoppiare nel sole
ma mi sono nascosto
tra le rocce antiche
e ho pregato il tempo
di sciogliersi di nuovo:
non si è accesa la candela
nel mio tempio consacrato
il mio voto è di riuscirci
alla fine dell'incubo.

A coracle *

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I was born into the water
without it I'm jaded
and my skin seems to be scalded
while my soul can rust
its absence can make me crazy
so I yearn to make it rain
How can I do?

And a coracle is my mind
to sail over this time
that is full of fears and lies
and far from the divine
the crevices cover the surface
we need to wash away forcefully
all the mess around

So I hope this wind can bring 
some rain 
over my disillusioned face 
I know I need it so bad 
and the soil too 

Yes I hope this wind can bring 
some imagery 
over all the arid minds I see 
giving hope and nurture here 
and a new recipe 

I browse the days of my life
and a drought I can find
I miss the purity of love
that can fight the deep cold
from the navel to both my eyes
I feel as I have to die
to be reborn again

So I hope this wind can bring 
some rain 
over my disillusioned face 
I know I need it so bad 
and the soil too 

Yes I hope this wind can bring 
some imagery 
over all the arid minds I see 
giving hope and nurture here 
and a new recipe 

* Piccola imbarcazione di vimini coperta con pelli, tradizionalmente usata in Galles

Ronzio d'apocalisse

La pioggia sottile è la penna
che disegna questo nuovo mondo
con la mano di un qualunque satana
e l’inchiostro della paura.

La storia è impressa nei geni
e la memoria ancestrale
ci sussurra nelle orecchie
un ronzio d’apocalisse.