Spirit of the land

 

LISTEN TO  - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the evening came 

in this empty domain 

I saw the fog conquering everything 

 

I can have no complain 

I’ve chosen this sad fate 

far from the men but close to the belief 

 

Spirit of the land 

behind the fog you stand 

and I am here to listen to your whispers 

Spirit of the land 

please look at my intent 

I’m shattered but I want still to believe 

 

Let me thresh my sakes 

that are poisoned snakes 

to hasten beyond all the hindrances 

 

Trimming all the heads 

that have ruined my past 

the wrath can be replaced by the faith 

 

Spirit of the land 

behind the fog you stand 

and I am here to listen to your whispers 

Spirit of the land 

please look at my intent 

I’m shattered but I want still to believe

Falena

 

 …quando viene sera 

 - falena che morde il cuore - 

 resto soltanto io 

 nel buio 

 vedo gli altri 

 risplendere 

 lontani.

Shedding snake

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

During this night of Samhain 

I am a shedding snake 

pondering the things that have been 

but with a different taste 

and in my ritual, I use 

the same old stones, but alone 

In this ritual of Samhain 

I am a different man f

ar from my old vivacity 

without protecting fence 

the starkness of the season, I feel 

the lack of any reason, there is 

Celebrate the new year 

burning away the fear 

of having lost someone 

you thought close to your heart 

Celebrate the new year 

building a temple here 

near to the fireplace 

and to the old stone face 

Over the corners the candles 

they hardly cope the dark 

and they can never dazzle 

they’re only little sparks 

the few leftover lights, inside 

I’ve to keep them alive, this time 

Celebrate the new year 

burning away the fear 

of having lost someone 

you thought close to your heart 

Celebrate the new year 

building a temple here 

near to the fireplace 

and to the old stone face 

Samhain 2021

I have lost the music

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

It is during this evening 

that I can understand 

looking at the ceiling 

that seems a mirror glass 

 

While I’m lying in a bed 

that is not mine 

trying to comprehend 

who I am really become 

 

It’s the light of the fall 

coming from the half closed window 

that announces the new cycle 

what is gone has to be gone 

 

I have to stop to linger 

over my ravaging past 

forsaking my dreams 

before losing all I’ve got 

 

I have lost the music 

at the end of the year 

under this dark sky 

morning seems a brighter night 

 

I have lost my music 

reason of my life 

bumping into a silence 

that I really do not like 

 

Samhain opens the gates 

but I need to seal some doors 

browsing the old great pages 

the chaff I have to give off 

 

I become a winnower 

even if I strife a lot 

to understand what is over 

and what it is going on 

 

I have lost the music 

at the end of the year 

under this dark sky 

morning seems a brighter night 

 

I have lost my music 

reason of my life 

bumping into a silence 

that I really do not like

Sangue bianco

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In equilibrio obliquo 

sul sottile crinale 

d'asfalto lucido 

di foglie macchiato 

la luna gronda nuvole 

di sangue bianco 

spio me stesso e

la mia ombra 

camminare 

sbriciolarsi.

 

 

Fullmoon, 20th October 2021

Setaccio

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fragile cielo d’ottobre 

lastra d’ossidiana 

nuvole seni gonfi 

il mio cranio è un setaccio 

trattiene pensieri spessi 

pietre iscritte nel sangue 

e la notte nasconde la pioggia 

sotto il mantello pece

rimane solo l’odore 

del tempo suicida.

Un mese

 

 Soltanto un mese alla fine 

 le foglie saranno coperta 

 la morte madre di vita 

 nel mistero più grande: 

 spreco di luce 

 vita appesa 

 ricamo di pioggia 

 dagli occhi  

 fino al cielo.