sabato 8 giugno 2019

Accanto all'estate

Piangono gl'alberi
sui polpacci tesi
scivola la strada
verso la pianura.

Accanto all'estate
i serpenti spiano
in fremente attesa
del ritorno del buio.

martedì 4 giugno 2019

Tegole

L'estate bussa sulle tegole
le sorprende nude
come braccia appese
ai balconi di giugno.

La luce è un vaso
che trabocca inevitabile
e riversa il cielo
sulla terra attonita.

lunedì 3 giugno 2019

Frenesia

La frenesia del vento
ha spinto la pioggia a ovest
oltre il confine sottile
fra il fiume e l'oceano
dove solo Dio osserva
l'assenza assoluta.

domenica 26 maggio 2019

It comes from the sea

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Beautiful sky so blue
I would to reach you
Even if I know
That I saw
Men and men alone
Wrecking lost
For you

How did I reach this shore
and this strange state of all
Could have I been
different from this
or the destiny
chooses every piece
of our being

The smell of the wind suggests 
it comes from the sea 
even if it's far from here 
it seems close to me 

Sometimes we believe we are 
so far from our needs 
but if we can breath we'll find 
them already here 

I go on writing songs
in a complete solitude
no one hears the notes
no more
but no matter of
I am grateful
for all

The smell of the wind suggests 
it comes from the sea 
even if it's far from here 
it seems close to me 

Sometimes we believe we are 
so far from our needs 
but if we can breath we'll find 
them already here

sabato 25 maggio 2019

Celtic blood

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It’s quite gloomy springtime day
I walk alone with my old face
But sincerely I have to blame
Myself

‘cause I don’t know really my name
What I was and I became
Since I have chosen oh to change
Into who?

Since I have known about my Celtic blood
Is it true or it’s a laugh?
Since I have lost my sacred heart
I have left myself apart

What I know now I already knew 
Since I was a child for sure 
I really didn’t need the proof 
I had in my hands all the clues 

Now let me try again to go
Along the ancient greenest walk
Full of details that makes the soul
Richer than before

Since I have known about my Celtic blood 
Is it true or it’s a laugh? 
Since I have lost my sacred heart 
I have left myself apart 

What I know now I already knew 
Since I was a child for sure 
I really didn’t need the proof 
I had in my hands all the clues

lunedì 20 maggio 2019

Cielo - coperchio

Il cielo coperchio
inquietudine appesa
verticale spezzato
orizzonte binario.

domenica 12 maggio 2019

Woodrain











La preghiera più pura
la pioggia nel bosco
sulle fronde nuove
fragili ma smaniose:
nessuna parola
nessun canto
è più vicino
a Dio.

Ma i canti antichi
le parole tramandate
di suono in sangue
di sangue in suono
ricordano quel sacro
fiato divino.