Paper cut of God

There’s the paper cut of God tonight
That is cutting off straight on the sky
And I can see the myths falling down on the soil
While all the holy stars are fixed in the cosmic boiling

Let me breed myself with poetry and life
‘cause my habits make me live famine
But my anatlon(1) is here for seas of oxygen
To make the anatia(1) big as the green newly land

Lugh(2) he is still sleeping
Arianrhod(3) is high
Turning her wheel in the sacred double colored sky
Moses goes on stealing
Osiris’ great science(4)
While the seven trees grow in holy wood silence(5)

Where is the pure wisdom?
You can find it going
Under the apple tree
On a warm Friday night
There you meditate
When the Moon is full and bright(6)

In my dreams I’ve seen a Gabriel(7)
Telling me Words are almost the same
From England to Israel, they reflect the gods’ spell
And while we pray or sing we have to thank spirits

Lugh he is still sleeping
Arianrhod is high
Turning her wheel in the sacred double colored sky
Moses goes on stealing
Osiris’ great science
While the seven trees grow in holy wood silence

Where is the pure wisdom?
You can find it going
Under the apple tree
On a warm Friday night
There you meditate
When the Moon is full and bright

Note:

1: Nell’antica lingua celtica “Anatlon” significa “respiro” e “Anatia” anima: l’etimologia comune ribadisce la stretta connessione fra il respiro e l’anima, in ogni tradizione.
2: Lugh è, nella tradizione irlandese, Dio celtico del sole e del raccolto
3: Arianrhod è, nella tradizione gallese, dea della luna e della ruota d’argento, che muove le stagioni
4: secondo molte interpretazioni, Mosè, fuggendo dall’Egitto, portò con sé moltissime conoscenze esoteriche dell’antichissima tradizione egizia, legata al Dio Osiride (vedi “Esodo”)
5: erano 7 gli alberi sacri del bosco celtico (betulla, salice, agrifoglio, nocciolo, quercia, melo e ontano)
6: dal libro di Giobbe: Giobbe chiede a Dio dove risiedano la sapienza e l’intelligenza e Dio gli suggerisce di andare a meditare sotto un albero di melo, durante un venerdì sera di luna piena per scoprirlo
7: Gabriele è il corrispettivo ebraico di Ermes, dio greco della poesia, araldo ufficiale dell’Olimpo

Run again our blood

The new sun it is melting my hopes
As it has just done here with the snow

I’m waiting for remaining alone
To steal so a spiritual blow

And I feel on my skin the warm wind
It has the same temperature of my tears

And in the air I hear the name of God
Someone is praying to change the own world
And I sense the bones trembling from the head to the toes
So I read some new kind of holy codes

Life leaves many things behind
I miss more than I gain sometimes

We are like the smoke on the roof
To the sky we go while we lose

But every springtime is made for us
To make run again our blood

And in the air I hear the name of God
Someone is praying to change the own world
And I sense the bones trembling from the head to the toes
So I read some new kind of holy codes

Youth

There’s not an exact end to youth
The age you can avoid the proofs
As they are not a matter now

And everything seems a great truth
No never mind where going to
But why don’t dance all night around?

Yes I can see my image is
Different but I’m always me
As I was called a “something teen”

So may be it’s enough a song
I haven’t listened to for long
And I swim again in that gold

I’d like to think that
When I’ll look behind
There will be purity
Before everything

And I will understand every slip
As it was necessary
Just to make me feel more right

Every drop of love’s a sign
I am not astray this time
Even if I’m growing old

Now every morning is a chance
And there is nothing to pretend
Even if they’re calling me man

Sometimes I answer sometimes not
I’ve not realized I have to stop
To make me feel as I’m not grown

I’d like to think that
When I’ll look behind
There will be purity
Before everything

And I will understand every slip
As it was necessary
Just to make me feel more right

Every drop of love’s a sign
I am not astray this time
Even if I’m growing old

Neh *

Sete
di pace consolante
di disgelo estivo
di raccogliere frutti
d’affondare radici
nella terra morbida
coltivata dagl’anni.

E non
di spezzare le zolle
con unghie sanguinanti
di sentire il peso
del cielo congelato
di lottare tenace
stelo contro la falce.

La mia nave infranta
sugli scogli grafite
della quotidianità:
il respiro flebile
lentamente arretra
nel silenzio saturo.

(Ma io lo so:
arriverà un vento
forte di porte infrante
e di schegge velenose
che trafiggerà i corpi
putridi dei pagliacci!)

* “aver sete” in ebraico

Tulips so red

Me with the strength in my hands
Driving along the iced Land
Just to see you again
Lying over a foreign bed

I know you’re passing the hell
Year after year without rest
I bring some tulips so red
Your ninetieth to celebrate

And just today
I have realized
Your birthday it is
The day when she died

It is so strange
A bit terrifying
But the death and life
Are always so tied

Show me you can still smile
Even if your life seems a lie
And I swear I will smile with you
Even if today it’s so difficult

And just today
I have realized
Your birthday it is
The day when she died

It is so strange
A bit terrifying
But the death and life
Are always so tied

8th February 2012

Sangue bianco

Continua a fluire
il sangue bianco del cielo
dalle vene strappate
della luna traboccante.

Sento le maree *
sussurrarmi sonnolente
l’avvento del prossimo
fertile risveglio.

Ma io sono arido
come fossa nella terra
e come un pianeta
senza più nessuna stella.

Questa notte.
Da due anni.
Non ci sei più.

* Nella tradizione esoterica celtica, la luna piena che sorge tra il 21 gennaio e il 17 febbraio – quella che c’è stanotte – è detta “Luna delle maree”.

Healing is the best rite

From the new moon I will start to rise
And this is a promise
From the new moon I will stop to cry
And this is a promise

Cause I have again to fight
Cause I have again to lie
Saying that I am full of strength

After this loom I will have to try
To heal myself
From the sick part I have inside
And that makes me sad

There is nothing of better I
Can do that heal in this night
In this snow healing is the best rite

I keep the distance from the marshes
Of the fright and of the fear
I change the instance of the silence
And I sing my way to be

While all around the snow the world is covering
And I’m alone with all my doubts

So a second quarter is here now
And I feel I’m allowed
To celebrate in this place on the ground
I fix my new bound

And in the prayer I can shine
Purified as a new born child
So the illness can slide far from me

I keep the distance from the marshes
Of the fright and of the fear
I change the instance of the silence
And I sing my way to be

While all around the snow the world is covering
And I’m alone with all my doubts

Imbolc – 2012