mercoledì 31 dicembre 2014

Orme sulla neve













Parto verso per le nordiche vie del sud
pellegrino di stracci imbottiti
e mani ferite dalla musica

Non ho un fiume su cui pattinare
dal Canada alla California
seguo orme sulla neve gelata

Se ogni passo mi allontana da me
come mai potrò raggiungere Dio?
Nelle stelle una nuova direzione


Nella foto, Oratorio di San Geminiano (Piandelagotti – MO) 
Buon nuovo anno a tutti

domenica 28 dicembre 2014

Christmas morning











Christmas morning
The sun is shining
After the long
Month of fog

And I am studying how to bear again

Profiles of the hills are so bright 
As I thought there were the God’s eyes 
After the great flood 
When He planned 
A new pact 

There’s a perfume
In the air
That makes me feel
There is a flame

Burning outside only with pure faith

And I keep the secret in my hands 
I can create inside my own land 
Being simply 
What I am deeply 
The true me 

Christmas morning
The sun is shining


Buon Natale a tutti coloro che passano ancora di qui... embrace..

domenica 21 dicembre 2014

Autumn says goodbye in a way so kind













Autumn says goodbye
In a way so kind
And I am so thankful
And I feel so grateful
For this sun

It’s a sacred fight
Dark against the light
It’s in our nature
To find out some pleasure
Amid pain

I recommend to you that are just born 
Remember sometimes you’ve to grip the thorns 
There’s not an easy path to reach the heaven 
Nothing to be used with adverb “forever” 

And in the future we can leave the home 
To walk together through this sacred shores 
You’ll see there’s so much more than what they admit 
Especially in these days of turning Wheel 

Sun invades the mind
Giving good advice
This is one of those
Moments of true love
Towards God

I recommend to you that are just born 
Remember sometimes you’ve to grip the thorns 
There’s not an easy path to reach the heaven 
Nothing to be used with adverb “forever” 

And in the future we can leave the home 
To walk together through this sacred shores 
You’ll see there’s so much more than what they admit 
Especially in these days of turning Wheel 

Alban Arthan – Winter Solstice 2014

sabato 20 dicembre 2014

The orphans of the summer









It’s dark dark dark
Among the branches
Of the trees
Over the hill
 And I’m alone inside the house

They say it is
Just the beginning
Of the winter
The coldest season
But I feel already cold

The first days of winter sun 
Should destroy my inner fog 
I sold all my skills to those 
Who couldn’t appreciate 

And now I am become so poor 
So down can I feel also pure? 

The reason why we are here 
Is to arrive to touch 
The truest part of ourselves 
Buried under pinchbecks 

If we are naked we feel cold 
The best way to feel breath of God 

So be afraid
To feel lucky
So try to avoid
The richness
We’re just the orphans of the summer

The first days of winter sun 
Should destroy my inner fog 
I sold all my skills to those 
Who couldn’t appreciate 

And now I am become so poor 
So down can I feel also pure? 

The reason why we are here 
Is to arrive to touch 
The truest part of ourselves 
Buried under pinchbecks 

If we are naked we feel cold 
The best way to feel breath of God 

Winter solstice 2014

martedì 16 dicembre 2014

Ogni giorno













Ogni giorno io rimando la vita
per rimanere vivo.
Se le ultime rose resistono
al tardo autunno
l’inverno sarà la rivelazione
della pura assenza

domenica 14 dicembre 2014

Over the abyss
















Oh sacred wood I’m here
To ask again to you
To wash away my fear

Oh sacred pool I’m here
And Christmas is not far
I have my face full of tears

I’ve got the time and the strength this afternoon 
To walk far from the house, deep in the wood 
And after a long long walking 
Finally I came without knowing 
Over the abyss 
Where certitudes 
Disappear 

Oh sacred stone so high
The solstice is so near
I watch beasts in the sky *

Oh sacred glade so wide
Tell me how do prepare
Me for the winter nights

I’ve got the time and the strength this afternoon 
To walk far from the house, deep in the wood 
And after a long long walking 
Finally I came without knowing 
Over the abyss 
Where certitudes 
Disappear 

* Le costellazioni del bestiario mitologico

martedì 2 dicembre 2014

Ode alla saggezza della malattia











L'attesa raccoglie i pensieri
come un setaccio fa nel mare
trattiene quelli grandi e seri
quelli sottili lascia andare.

Ancora una volta il mio corpo
mi insegna la via della saggezza
il dolore è come un corvo
che mi grida dentro all'orecchia.

E mi sento sempre più lontano
dallo scoprire finalmente
il mio vero ruolo nel piano
con la cacciata d’ogni serpente.

Il mio corpo è martire saggio
e si deforma e si difetta
 e si attorciglia come faggio
in questa foresta maledetta.