The playground of God

I want to create this afternoon
A world that is only for you
With the fairies and the gods
And gentle spirits of the other world

I want that you can understand
All the secrets of the Land
That is the playground of God
And you can play with him alone

The time is not a waterfall 
It has a spiral form 
There is so much that you can learn 
If you consider this 

I am here still waiting 
And you have just begun 

Here among the hills where I was born
You can keep all the things I’ve known
And to start your own existence
Please do not listen to those instances

The time is not a waterfall 
It has a spiral form 
There is so much that you can learn 
If you consider this 

I am here still waiting 
And you have just begun

La neve è il sogno di Dio

La neve è il sogno di Dio
di purificare il mondo
la pioggia solo le lacrime
di fronte alla sozzura

Avvicino i polsi nudi
al sale delle tempie
e ascolto i pensieri
smarrirsi nel sangue

La lingua del drago indica
il nord oltre la siepe
dove gli aculei del cielo
trafiggono gli dei

Mother

Following the lines
Above your familiar face
I get lost and cry
It is the same everyday

There’s an enormous distance, since the past precious instants, we once had

I collect the times
Your eyes were the truth to me
Now that by my side
You’re a shadow whispering

I know I’m not the one, you dreamt into your heart, in your past

I call you mother 
They say you are the 
One who really knows me 
One who’d always protect 
Me from the lies, me from the time 

It’s been another 
Month of disaster 
Days are full of fights 
And you are not crying 
Together with me together with me 

In our first world
You were a fairy landscape
Nothing there was wrong
And a mirror was your face

Now I am loving strangers, to find somewhere new fenders, for me

I call you mother 
They say you are the 
One who really knows me 
One who’d always protect 
Me from the lies, me from the time 

It’s been another 
Month of disaster 
Days are full of fights 
And you are not crying 
Together with me together with me 

6/05/2007

What the women want

What the women want is just
All that they are missing
They create the life through love
And they keep God busy

When they ask to esc from
The daily heaviness
It is really an appeal
Of which we have to care

In the women’s eyes there is
Always something to read
May a good book or just
A thought trying to be said

They’re not trying to hide
They want to be discovered
It’s the game of the life
It’s not at all a bother

It is enough a mirror 
Just broken in the middle 
To see myself and her there in the corner 
To see god and not so far the goddess 

I was so suspicious 
Only ‘cause I missed you 
But now I know there is not a reason 
To leave you in that so bad condition 

No it’s not easy at all
But we are here for it
To mix patience with the love
And to add some pepper

In our condition
We can chose very few
If not live the mission
To be good men for true

It is enough a mirror 
Just broken in the middle 
To see myself and her there in the corner 
To see god and not so far the goddess 

I was so suspicious 
Only ‘cause I missed you 
But now I know there is not a reason 
To leave you in that so bad condition 
 

Nella immagine Women-Trees - Paul Delvaux

Betzaetà *

 
Non ci sono state preghiere
per benedire il mondo
né neve per purificarlo
in questi giorni di passaggio.

Mi sono immerso nella notte
bevendo le lacrime dense
della luna crescente
a un passo dall’estasi.

Avrei voluto guarire
dal mio male d’essere
e tuffarmi a Betzaetà
tra le acque appena mosse.

* Secondo il vangelo di Giovanni, Betzaetà era una piscina dove un angelo, in certi momenti, discendeva e agitava l’acqua: il primo ad entrarvi dopo l’agitazione dell’acqua guariva da qualsiasi malattia fosse affetto.

Buon Imbolc 2015