Ipostatica

Disegno l’orizzonte a specchio
 - nord urbano lisergico –
con le ciglia bagnate
di calore estivo
lascio i muscoli annusare
il cielo elettrico del sud.

In attesa di tregua
tra la mente avida
e lo spirito sospeso
il corpo rimane il rifugio
neutrale involucro
di bellezza ipostatica.

Scintille

Le scintille salgono nel cielo
nel buio divengono le stelle
sono le stesse creatrici
discese in ere passate
per disegnare il sacro
sulle antiche pietre.


Lago delle Lame
Santo Stefano d'Aveto (Ge) 
8 luglio 2017

Ctonio

Nel mio mondo ctonio
chiuso nella grotta ventre
folta di pensieri e pianti
la luce è un ricordo dolce
che sorride di ingenuità
con la speranza superstite
solamente onirica.

Shaman

When the rain falls down
On my garden
Sometimes I feel proud
To abandon
My dresses and run naked under water
As I’m a shaman without any border

So far from the crowd
As now I am
My breath is so loud
That I bet
I can deepen inside new dimensions
While the rain is giving me the directions

Always it’s a miracle the rain 
It is hypnotic 
Secret diagnosis 
Of diseases and cures 

I don’t cry when it is going to rain 
It’s like I hope 
In a new world 
Where troubles I can melt 

When the rain falls down
On my skin
I’m suddenly allowed
To be me
Without thinking who I really am
No definition if you live your depth

Always it’s a miracle the rain 
It is hypnotic 
Secret diagnosis 
Of diseases and cures 

I don’t cry when it is going to rain 
It’s like I hope 
In a new world 
Where troubles I can melt

Appennino

La vigilia di San Giovanni
falò improvvisano le valli
l’Appennino risorge possente
dalle memorie primordiali
rimaste nelle antiche pietre
e nel sangue diluito dalla Croce.

(Ammiro gli occhi intorno al fuoco
che hanno custodito i secoli
tra i filamenti delle iridi).

Nella foto la cima del Monte Modino (Frassinoro - Mo)

The summer is reaching the city

The summer is reaching the cities
While I’m living into a parenthesis
I don’t know what is going to happen
And sometimes I can’t breathe because of the fear

The war is not yet finished
And many men are dead along the path
Maybe I will be the next one
And I don’t know if I’ve got an enough strong heart

What if the fight was finished?
And if I was the winner?
Is that wat I really want?

I need to say I can do it
To say they’re wrong towards me
But would they change really?

The summer is reaching the city
But I am not at all yet free
There are the thoughts and they are heavy
Escaping is not enough to save me

I dream of seas and of high peaks
But all that I have is a small room
A prison with the crying ceiling
And always many worries that loom

What if the fight was finished?
And if I was the loser?
Is that wat I really want?

I need to say I can do it
To say they’re wrong towards me
But would they change really?

14th June 2017

Pozzi

Sono un futuro storpio
in attesa di un presente
che non vuole rivelarsi
tra le pieghe degli anni.


Ho scavato pozzi profondi
per ricercare me stesso
i vuoti sono divenuti
le mie lunghe notti insonni.