Shift

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing else to change 

or everything? 

It is in the air 

what I think 

Among the vineyards, the past has given its fruits 

The future will run, as it was foreseen by druids 

 

We have lost our faith 

it’s a sin 

now that we can wait 

for Samhain 

also the friendship has an incurable ill 

yes we are alone as we have never been 

 

When you stop yourself 

from changing 

you turn on the fear 

and you’re lazing 

so, let yourself becoming someone else 

that, if you’ve got firm roots, they will help 

 

It’s a Samhain of change 

don’t be crazy 

try to connect the land 

be partaking 

of the world shift so poignant 

but remain yourself deep in the heart 

 

I endow myself 

of the lore 

atavistic and 

also new 

And this dark nightmare that shows more hearses than hopes 

will end as soon as we will stop to starve our souls 

 

When you stop yourself 

from changing 

you turn on the fear 

and you’re lazing 

so, let yourself becoming someone else 

that, if you’ve got firm roots, they will help 

 

It’s a Samhain of change 

don’t be crazy

try to connect the land 

be partaking 

of the world shift so poignant 

but remain yourself deep in the heart

Cielo provvisorio

Ci sono ancora le stelle 

nel cielo provvisorio 

della fine del mondo 

e una falce di luna 

come sorriso storpio 

di un Dio esterrefatto: 

oltre la vigna spogliata 

l’orizzonte ci osserva 

in escatologica attesa.

Inermi

 Conosco questa pioggia

 amante atavica
 che cauterizza il sole
 e ci riscopre inermi
 in attesa di cadere
 dentro noi stessi.
 

 La polvere del tempo
 non ha odore
 fino a che la pioggia
 con le dita tantriche
 non la riscopre
 vergine illusa.

Were friends

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I take some minutes 

just to reflect 

on what does it mean to have friends 

people that sometimes 

seem more than brothers 

and the next moment suddenly strangers 

it is hard to believe 

for me 

 

I found myself 

so weak again 

since I can hardly understand 

years melt into 

just few months 

and distance becomes an ocean 

between two people that 

were friends 

 

You said you missed me 

but you are disappeared 

it was your choice 

but you say it’s me 

who decided, to go far 

who chose to stay apart 

 

I have discovered 

there is no “always” 

only transition from friends to nothing 

no explanation 

often was given 

simply “be able to accept the change” 

and “we are far but, believe, so near” 

 

You said you missed me 

but you are disappeared 

it was your choice 

but you say it’s me 

who decided, to go far 

who chose to stay apart

Steadfast

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Suddenly the autumn has come 

in the fields and into my heart 

yes I've done so many mistakes 

like the leaves I've to change my face 

before I decide to fall down 

I am not steadfast as before 

and there is no praise I adore 

and I wander along trackless life 

while I fling pieces of me where I 

have never thought to find  

The start of the fall 

is something that I know 

it's the ruse to lure me to hope  

The start of the fall 

is both warm and cold 

as it is so soothing and bold 

Suddenly I have found myself 

slumbering into my same hands 

while I had really to use them 

to turn the handle and then 

to open the next door 

The start of the fall 

is something that I know 

it's the ruse to lure me to hope 

The start of the fall 

is both warm and cold 

as it is so soothing and bold

Is it September a question or an answer?

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a day! 

I have seen the wind blowing 

you have seen my face smiling 

in the rain 

 

What a day! 

Mountains of clouds are covered 

I believe I can be better 

than what I am 

 

Is it September a question or an answer? 

Why is it lurking always out of my garden? 

Its first day always brings a new strand, a new hint

 … and I follow it to find me! 

 

What a day! 

Sometimes in my wretch life 

there are moments of pure joy 

with no sense 

 

What a day!

Can a place become all? 

I feel part of the whole 

only here 

 

Is it September a question or an answer? 

Why is it lurking always out of my garden? 

Its first day always brings a new strand, a new hint 

… and I follow it to find me!

 

1st September 2020

Frome the ridge

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the rain comes 

suddenly 

in this house where 

I'd want to live 

 

I cannot not to sing 

A new song as a gift 

 

Without notice comes 

also, sadness 

it is not a choice 

it is weakness 

 

I cannot not to cry 

it is just a way to try 

 

I love so much the smell of the rain 

That comes down from the ridge in this place 

It is fierce and so sweet at the same 

Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 

 

In this messy 

clutter here 

I imagine 

As it could be 

 

After the end of my work 

Will be comfortable 

 

I love so much the smell of the rain 

That comes down from the ridge in this place 

It is fierce and so sweet at the same 

Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 

 

29th august 2020