martedì 30 novembre 2021

Spirit of the land

 

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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

giovedì 11 novembre 2021

Falena

 

 …quando viene sera 
 - falena che morde il cuore - 
 resto soltanto io 
 nel buio 
 vedo gli altri 
 risplendere 
 lontani.

lunedì 8 novembre 2021

Shedding snake



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

martedì 26 ottobre 2021

I have lost the music

 

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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

giovedì 21 ottobre 2021

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

giovedì 7 ottobre 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.

lunedì 4 ottobre 2021

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.