lunedì 26 ottobre 2020

Shift

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Nothing else to change 
or everything? 
It is in the air 
what I think 
Among the vineyards, the past has given its fruits 
The future will run, as it was foreseen by druids 
 
We have lost our faith 
it’s a sin 
now that we can wait 
for Samhain 
also the friendship has an incurable ill 
yes we are alone as we have never been 
 
When you stop yourself 
from changing 
you turn on the fear 
and you’re lazing 
so, let yourself becoming someone else 
that, if you’ve got firm roots, they will help 
 
It’s a Samhain of change 
don’t be crazy 
try to connect the land 
be partaking 
of the world shift so poignant 
but remain yourself deep in the heart 
 
I endow myself 
of the lore 
atavistic and 
also new 
And this dark nightmare that shows more hearses than hopes 
will end as soon as we will stop to starve our souls 
 
When you stop yourself 
from changing 
you turn on the fear 
and you’re lazing 
so, let yourself becoming someone else 
that, if you’ve got firm roots, they will help 
 
It’s a Samhain of change 
don’t be crazy
try to connect the land 
be partaking 
of the world shift so poignant 
but remain yourself deep in the heart

giovedì 22 ottobre 2020

Cielo provvisorio

Ci sono ancora le stelle 
nel cielo provvisorio 
della fine del mondo 
e una falce di luna 
come sorriso storpio 
di un Dio esterrefatto: 
oltre la vigna spogliata 
l’orizzonte ci osserva 
in escatologica attesa.

mercoledì 14 ottobre 2020

Inermi

 Conosco questa pioggia
 amante atavica
 che cauterizza il sole
 e ci riscopre inermi
 in attesa di cadere
 dentro noi stessi.
 
 La polvere del tempo
 non ha odore
 fino a che la pioggia
 con le dita tantriche
 non la riscopre
 vergine illusa.

lunedì 5 ottobre 2020

Were friends

 

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I take some minutes 
just to reflect 
on what does it mean to have friends 
people that sometimes 
seem more than brothers 
and the next moment suddenly strangers 
it is hard to believe 
for me 
 
I found myself 
so weak again 
since I can hardly understand 
years melt into 
just few months 
and distance becomes an ocean 
between two people that 
were friends 
 
You said you missed me 
but you are disappeared 
it was your choice 
but you say it’s me 
who decided, to go far 
who chose to stay apart 
 
I have discovered 
there is no “always” 
only transition from friends to nothing 
no explanation 
often was given 
simply “be able to accept the change” 
and “we are far but, believe, so near” 
 
You said you missed me 
but you are disappeared 
it was your choice 
but you say it’s me 
who decided, to go far 
who chose to stay apart

domenica 4 ottobre 2020

Steadfast

 

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Suddenly the autumn has come 
in the fields and into my heart 
yes I've done so many mistakes 
like the leaves I've to change my face 
before I decide to fall down 

I am not steadfast as before 
and there is no praise I adore 
and I wander along trackless life 
while I fling pieces of me where I 
have never thought to find  

The start of the fall 
is something that I know 
it's the ruse to lure me to hope  

The start of the fall 
is both warm and cold 
as it is so soothing and bold 

Suddenly I have found myself 
slumbering into my same hands 
while I had really to use them 
to turn the handle and then 
to open the next door 

The start of the fall 
is something that I know 
it's the ruse to lure me to hope 

The start of the fall 
is both warm and cold 
as it is so soothing and bold

giovedì 1 ottobre 2020

Is it September a question or an answer?

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What a day! 
I have seen the wind blowing 
you have seen my face smiling 
in the rain 
 
What a day! 
Mountains of clouds are covered 
I believe I can be better 
than what I am 
 
Is it September a question or an answer? 
Why is it lurking always out of my garden? 
Its first day always brings a new strand, a new hint
 … and I follow it to find me! 
 
What a day! 
Sometimes in my wretch life 
there are moments of pure joy 
with no sense 
 
What a day!
Can a place become all? 
I feel part of the whole 
only here 
 
Is it September a question or an answer? 
Why is it lurking always out of my garden? 
Its first day always brings a new strand, a new hint 
… and I follow it to find me!
 
1st September 2020

mercoledì 30 settembre 2020

Frome the ridge

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When the rain comes 
suddenly 
in this house where 
I'd want to live 
 
I cannot not to sing 
A new song as a gift 
 
Without notice comes 
also, sadness 
it is not a choice 
it is weakness 
 
I cannot not to cry 
it is just a way to try 
 
I love so much the smell of the rain 
That comes down from the ridge in this place 
It is fierce and so sweet at the same 
Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 
 
In this messy 
clutter here 
I imagine 
As it could be 
 
After the end of my work 
Will be comfortable 
 
I love so much the smell of the rain 
That comes down from the ridge in this place 
It is fierce and so sweet at the same 
Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 
 
29th august 2020