lunedì 18 giugno 2018

Lievi

Sono lievi i passi
sul bordo dell'estate:
macigni incatenati
a caviglie alate
paiono rotolare
lungo erte salite.
Se l'intento è forte
l'attrito si riduce.

venerdì 15 giugno 2018

Ipogeo ventre

Nell'ipogeo ventre
anime d'attesa
feti ancestrali
osservano il tempo.

 La luce presente
 solo scalfisce
fessure sacre
pietra emorroissa.

Foggia, 14 giugno 2018

lunedì 11 giugno 2018

Under the moon of may

When I was a boy
I have left my toys
on the fields under the moon
and now I am not sure

Where they are today
that I need to play
even if I'm a man
that cannot find himself

And under the moon of may 
I've to admit I've gone astray 
along all the wrong roads 
following many bad calls 
the moon is the pure truth 

When the sun is high
I've a mask of light
that helps me to hide myself
from the people of this land

But the moonlight melts
with its long white hands
the mask over my face
And I'm without defence

And under the moon of may 
I've to admit I've gone astray 
along all the wrong roads 
following many bad calls 
the moon is the pure truth 

25th may 2018

domenica 10 giugno 2018

Strawberries road

It's a long time, after the bombs
that I don't walk alone
And I'm here, just to know
If I can still go on
The spring oh is explosive
and there's a wide abundance
without me to know

And there is no consciousness
without any bet
I have to be different
without crying rivers
There's a deep voice that calls me
it's strong but also tender
says you must not fall

Strawberries road 
I am a ghost 
I walk down here 
without being here 
And I remember when you were red coloured 
And I remember when I was a lover
of life 

Every day that I lose
it is a wrong proof
spring shows that I am a fool s
taying into a room
I have to run away where
I know it is all sacred
Yes I know

Strawberries road 
I am a ghost 
I walk down here 
without being here 
And I remember when I was red coloured 
And I remember when I was a lover 
of life 

19th may 2018

sabato 9 giugno 2018

You will become my home

You will become my home my home
I hope the spirits here may accept me
I'll respect everything I'll meet
'Cause I am part of this of this

It's only when I'm here 
that I perceive some future 
in front of me while normally 
I see only emptiness 

It's only when I'm here 
that I can see myself 
over the window pane 
without feeling any fear 

You will be also my grave my grave
I will be buried here I know
These stairs go to my soul I'm sure
There's nothing else to say I guess

It's only when I'm here 
that I perceive some future 
in front of me while normally 
I see only emptiness 

It's only when I'm here 
that I can see myself 
over the window pane 
without feeling any fear 

5th May 2018

venerdì 25 maggio 2018

Dopo la pioggia

Esco dopo la pioggia
come una lumaca
respiro le gocce calde
sotto il nuovo sole
ho smesso di combattere
le ferite grondano vita
non vissuta, dimenticata
come musica di pace
dopo una guerra.

venerdì 18 maggio 2018

La luna a venere

La pianura copiosa
avvicina la luna a venere
mentre prego le mie ginocchia
di restare piegate sul nulla
in attesa che maggio
inventi un nuovo pasto
su cui immaginare
la fine del caos.