sul bordo dell'estate:
macigni incatenati
a caviglie alate
paiono rotolare
lungo erte salite.
Se l'intento è forte
l'attrito si riduce.
lunedì 18 giugno 2018
Lievi
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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