giovedì 14 novembre 2019

Come Cadmo











A stento tocca il sangue
questo sorriso frigido
sottile come la falce
dopo la mietitura
come il sole lebbroso
dei giorni di granito
semina di novembre.

Come Cadmo* ho seguito
i bisbigli dell'oracolo
tra boschi spinati
e serpi acuminate
ma senza trovare
la mia nuova terra
da fortificare.

* Cadmo è un personaggio della mitologia greca, figlio di Agenore, re di Tiro e di Telefassa, nonché fratello di Europa. È considerato il fondatore della città greca di Tebe.

martedì 12 novembre 2019

Cloak

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The fog on the wood is the cloak of the seeds
I've prayed for three nights to stop to breath
the total loneliness of Samhain
has shown that my life is into the unease

Drenched into the cold I feel my hackles rise
while I wait in silence for the twilit light
the rustling trees announce a new time
while there is a quarrel between death and life

But remember that after the fog comes always a gleam of sun 
you can't believe under the hood that the light is not far 
and I can see that hint before the cry 
but first of then you have to try 

I feel in these days almost totally unmanned
while I know I should be instead hell-bent
I still have to learn to be supple as sand
to change my shape without changing myself

But remember that after the fog comes always a gleam of sun 
you can't believe under the hood that the light is not far 
and I can see that hint before crying 
but first of then you have to try 

2nd November 2019

mercoledì 6 novembre 2019

The saddest Samhain of all

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There is no light
And it’s cold
Outside and inside my soul

And there is no life
It is death
The only name of my world

It is the saddest Samhain of all

It is so lonely 
It so lonely 
This Samhain 

I am a little man 
Without any hand 
To take care of him 

I must admit
I have lost
My plans are out, my choices wrong

I can’t believe
It’s no more
The time of Faith in some God

It is the saddest Samhain of all

It is so lonely 
It so lonely 
This Samhain 

There is no glory 
And no good story 
To say something 

I am a little man 
Without any hand 
To take care of him 

31st October - 1st November

mercoledì 30 ottobre 2019

Last roses before Samhain

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Last roses before Samhain
we're drenched in the warmth
I am so thankful and grateful
to Goddess and to God
I don't know if I deserve
I don't know if I am right
I only know that I am still alive

The Land of Summer goes away fast 
over the west 
before I can 
realize that 

The Land of Winter is giving its hand 
over the fell 
and I can bet 
It is an end 

Last sunny days before
the season will fall and
Samhain is so close
that I can breathe its soul
I don't know if I'm ready
I don't know if I'm me
I only know that gods want me to live

The Land of Summer goes away fast 
over the west 
before I can 
realize that 

The Land of Winter is giving its hand 
over the fell 
and I can bet 
It is an end 

19th October 2019

martedì 29 ottobre 2019

What if I was here thousand years ago


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What if I was here thousand years ago
to see or to build these temples?
Under the ground there are still the thoughts
of those who could this magic handle

the ancestors are still present here
their message is still for me

These stones speak about sacrifice 
and of extasy 
I am here 
To catch some rise 
Or some energy 

Now that outside all speaks of nothingness 
Under the ground there is something of true 

What if I was here thousand years ago
to heal myself in these rituals
we have lost this wisdom today at all
but here there is still some residual

the ancestors are still present here
their message is still for me

These stones speak about sacrifice 
and of extasy 
I am here To catch some rise 
Or some energy 

Now that outside all speaks of nothingness 
Under the ground there is something of true 

12th October 2019, Domus de Janas di Anghelu Ruju (nella foto)

lunedì 21 ottobre 2019

Macigni

La pioggia tesse il silenzio
sulla notte, bordo sottile
ma denti freddi grattano
sul muro nebbioso.

L’assenza si fa vetro
scarnifica il sonno
e trasforma le ore
in macigni deformi.

mercoledì 9 ottobre 2019

Keep firm my roots

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In these times of change
I have not to be blind
and to keep firm my roots
remembering to try
to love the life

I faced so many changes
it is not the first time
and I have understood
I've got inside some truth
to save me through

But to feel better 
I have to imagine 
that first or then 
there will be an end 
and a moment of true peace and of purity of intentions 
but I know that may be this is not the right dimension 

In these times of confusion
I've to find balance
to avoid new intrusions
and some more challenge
that I don't need

But to feel better 
I have to imagine 
that first or then 
there will be an end 
and a moment of true peace and of purity of intentions 
but I know that may be this is not the right dimension

venerdì 4 ottobre 2019

Primigenio

Inverno primigenio
eppure il granoturco
tocca le stelle
e cammino la notte
come esule
in questo luogo ostile
che sentivo casa.



L'immagine è tratta da:
https://gramho.com/explore-hashtag/Granoturco

lunedì 30 settembre 2019

Feel the balance

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The wood is in silence
waiting for the waters *
it’s the same magic of every year
feel the balance between the peace and the fear

The wood stops the fire
of the last summer
it’s the end of the harvest of the year
feel the balance between darkness and light

The leaves can mingle with sky 
 and without noise they fall 
to renew the life 

The leaves can mingle with sky 
and autumn is knocking 
at the door of my soul 
it’s the time of fulfilment 

The wood sings a prayer
In the early evening
Sunset is the beginning of autumn
feel the balance between the death and the life

The leaves can mingle with sky 
and without noise they fall 
to renew the life 

The leaves can mingle with sky 
and autumn is knocking 
at the door of my soul 
it’s the time of fulfilment 

22th September 2019 
* the Autumn Equinox in Druidry is Alban Elfed, which means 'The Light of the Water'

giovedì 26 settembre 2019

Onomatopeico

Cielo onomatopeico:
la danza segreta degli insetti
che si oppone al vento,
il dolce sangue dell’estate
sui campi stuprati.

sabato 21 settembre 2019

L'ultima notte nudo

L'ultima notte nudo
sotto stelle rapaci
accanto a mostri antichi
e a maschere nuove.

L'autunno sarà clessidra
segnerà un passo nuovo
o l'oscuro perpetuarsi
della palude-mantide.

lunedì 16 settembre 2019

Sligo along the river

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There is a spider web
over Yeats' statue
does it mean poetry is going to die?

I read some poems
over Yeats' statue in Sligo
but I am going to cry

Sligo along the river 
is a travel in the poetry 
going from the ocean to the 
sacred Lough Gill 
with his words 

There is some little dust
over Yeats' statue
but it's clear here his words are still alive

So in the deep myself
I feel little hope
that someway the eternity exists

Boating on the Garavogue 
when sea becomes a lake 
and in front of me there is 
the little island he called 
Innisfree 

26th August 2019 Sligo, Ireland

domenica 15 settembre 2019

Rosses Point

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By this windy point they say
next step is America
It's a long Atlantic way
that cut for millennia
The vastness can suggest we need a place to be

Cliffs and beaches here can speak
of the end of the world
doesn't matter if it is
for someone or all
The end has always been something new to be

And the seagulls are singing  
together with the ocean  
and there is not a ceiling  
if not the sky so deep  

People on the border of Europe  
the most western men of all  
I pretend to be one of them  
but to another place I belong  

Rosses is a good point
for  people and for fairies
here they can speak the same words
as said the great Yeats
He said "good people" steal the people's souls here*

And the seagulls are singing  
together with the ocean  
and there is not a ceiling  
if not the sky so deep  

People on the border of Europe  
the most western men of all  
I pretend to be one of them  
but to another place I belong  

25th August 2019 Roses Point, Co. Sligo, Ireland  

* No wise peasant would fall asleep under its low cliff, for he who sleeps here may wake ‘silly,’ the ‘good people’ having carried off his soul  (from "The Celtic Twilight", by W.B. Yeats)

sabato 14 settembre 2019

In these stones

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Out of the womb there's a light
but in the womb bears the life
this is the meaning of this place
we can learn here without mistake

I have been a crumble of land
before becoming a man
this is the matrix of my soul
where I will die where I was born

In these stones 
the ancient power was born 
it has not left us alone 
we can touch it by our own 

In these stones 
the ancestors left their call 
for us so that we can know 
today more than before 

Maybe this could be a tomb
but I am not sure at all
it is the sacred mother's womb
to which all of us belong

In these stones 
the ancient power was born 
it has not left us alone 
we can touch it by our own 

In these stones 
the ancestors left their call 
for us so that we can know t
oday more than before 

24th August 2019, Carrowkeel megalithic cemetery, Co. Sligo, Ireland

mercoledì 11 settembre 2019

From Rossnowlagh

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The wild Atlantic walk
my feet are so cold
but I can feel inside a taste of freedom

It's a so sacred land
with this so dark sand
clouds in the sky can speak of a real freedom

It's a sort of meditation 
among waves of west 
or a little consolation 
after all that bad 
once again I feel so grateful to fairy Ireland 

From Rossnowlagh I can
going towards west
reach America or a new wisdom

In these points of frontier
between land and the sea
the spirit seems to live in a new Kingdom

It's a sort of meditation 
among waves of west 
or a little consolation 
after all that bad 
once again I feel so grateful to fairy Ireland 

23th August, Rossnowlagh, Co. Donegal, Ireland

martedì 10 settembre 2019

Decisi











Decisi di sopravvivere
anche tra fiotti di buio incalzante
come foglia che resiste a novembre
come Ifigenia fuggita dall'Aulide
per truffare la morte.

Decisi da solo
anche se il vento bussava forte
senza oracoli e ipotesi di vita
senza consigli di noncuranza muti
soltanto per disobbedire.

venerdì 30 agosto 2019

Ballisodare

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Along the river in Ballisodare
I write a letter to myself
and the words are coming
out the mouth like the rain
from the sky to the water, so dark

It is a long long time 
I don't come to Ireland 
and I missed this cold wind 
on my no more young face 
but yes it's still a big inspiration 
that comes without intentions 
from this place 

There are seagulls on the Owenmore
I let coming out some of my thoughts
Yes it is the first time
since a lot of time
I don't speak directly, to me

It is a long long time 
I don't come to Ireland 
and I missed this cold wind 
on my no more young face 
but yes it's still a big inspiration 
that comes without intentions 
from this place 

Ballisodare, Co. Sligo – Ireland 22th August 2019

mercoledì 21 agosto 2019

Nineteenth of August

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Nineteenth of August
the wood is burning
some smell of autumn
it is my birthday

Mountains are dried
under the sun
owl is in silence
my time is running

And when the sunset starts to cry 
behind the holy west 
I prepare myself to die 
inside my native nest 

This is the most sacred time for me 
and I have to stay here 
I was here this day for twenty years 
and I know I will be 

August nineteenth
my birthday candles
were blown out by wind
my life I can't handle

And when the sunset starts to cry 
behind the holy west 
I prepare myself to die 
inside my native nest 

This is the most sacred time for me 
and I have to stay here 
I was here this day for twenty years 
and I know I will be

domenica 18 agosto 2019

Ventre

Labirinti di roccia
nel ventre della terra
ancora sussurrano
voci dal passato
chi per un sorso di sole
moriva d'oscurità.


Miniere di Gambatesa

giovedì 15 agosto 2019

Labirinti d'ossa

So ancora rinchiudermi:
palpebre serrate
anima microbica

Nei labirinti d'ossa
le vostre facce deformi
grondanti d'ipocrisia
non riescon a osservarmi.

venerdì 9 agosto 2019

Even if it is summer

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The fog covers the mountains
even if it is summer
I remember that old song
written so many years ago
when I thought everything could happen in my life
when I thought everything was going to become gold

It is cold and it's raining
even if it is summer
life is changed so much
that I can't recognize
if it is the one I have planned in my past
if it is still what I can feel my life in part

I've always prayed 
when the rain 
even if it's summer came 

Remembering 
I was so weak 
and I can be that boy still 

I remember her voice
covering all the noise
singing my song so well
that I bewared myself
and the fog on summer still inspires some words
even if I am dried and I am become old

I've always prayed 
when the rain even 
if it's summer came 

Remembering 
I was so weak 
and I can be that boy still

28th July 2019

martedì 6 agosto 2019

Grondan le veneziane










Ho ferito il tempo
sotto il sole obliquo
impietoso spettatore
della mia umanità.

Grondan le veneziane
di luce scomposta
mentre dieci anni
scorron tra le pagine
e le lettere sbiadite.

Siamo istanti disperati
in cerca d'eternità.

sabato 3 agosto 2019

Les beaux jours

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Les beaux jours sont quand les rêves ne sont plus là
Les beaux jours sont quand la pluie danse une marche
dans les arbres

Les beaux jours sont quand je peux voir des images
qui sont runes écrites par Dieu avec les nuages
dans le ciel

C'est seulment un peu d'automne 
en pleine été 
Je proclame l'abandon 
de la banalité 
le monde approche de votre sentiment 

La pluie sur ces montagnes 
est une bénédiction 
Je vois la petite araignée 
voler sur l'eau 
le monde entier change en un instant 

Les beaux jours sont quand je suis moi un peu plus
et quand tu arrêtes de dire ton “J'accuse”
comme toujours

C'est seulment un peu d'automne 
en pleine été 
Je proclame l'abandon 
de la banalité 
le monde approche de votre sentiment 

La pluie sur ces montagnes 
est une bénédiction 
Je vois la petite araignée 
voler sur l'eau 
le monde entier change en un instant

mercoledì 31 luglio 2019

The only possible harvest

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The only way for me
the only possible harvest
it is to stay here
close to the wood in this garden

It's where I was born and where I seeded the earth
It's where I was called back when I lost my heart

What is the harvest 
if not a perspective 
to join the future 
in a different way 

What is the harvest 
the blood on the wheat field 
to understand that 
something is changed 

The only place to be
during this night of harvest
I know I've many things
to catch and to leave to others

It's where I belong, among the spirits I know
It's where I belong, among the fields that I know

What is the harvest 
if not a perspective 
to join the future 
in a different way 

What is the harvest 
the blood on the wheat field 
to understand that 
something is changed 

Night of Lughnasadh

martedì 30 luglio 2019

Mostro

L’insonnia reifica il mostro
diviene carne e respiro
occhi che giudicano
senza conoscere.
La mattina è sole nuovo
sui resti miserabili
raccolto di sangue
tra spighe mature.

sabato 20 luglio 2019

Belladonna

Basta un lieve sussurro
sulla corteccia dell'acqua
per aprire dimensioni
di luce e alterità
litote esasperata
frutto della belladonna
accanto al rosmarino.

venerdì 12 luglio 2019

Meanwhile

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Meanwhile, the time goes on to flow
and no frontier can hold its strength
and I am living with no hope
no I don't want to know my fate

I swear I will remain in the wood 
where there's a path to win and to lose 
until now, it was my only way 
until now, it was my special prayer 

Sometimes I think there's nothing to do 
that I can't find any sincere clue 
but here the sun among the trees 
it says I've got again to win, to win 

Sometimes I think a special fate
is waiting for me there, in some place
but she says “the only way to change
your fate is to let it rain”, let it rain *

I swear I will remain in the wood 
where there's a path to win and to lose 
until now, it was my only way 
until now, it was my special prayer 

Sometimes I think there's nothing to do 
that I can't find any sincere clue but 
here the sun among the trees it says 
I've got again to win, to win 

* Quote “Wildwood” by Tori Amos

giovedì 11 luglio 2019

Where the river meets the Atlantic

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What will I be without my youth?
what will I be without this truth?
over this boat tonight
close also to the sky
where the river meets the Atlantic

I let my past going away
as it was something to be erased
I know perfectly
it's the last time for me
with these friendly faces
and new places

Maybe I know 
that I can't know 
something will go and something else not at all 
skin on the bones 
and voice to call 
they are enough the life to carry on … on 

What will I find in my new life
with new habits of some kind?
how many records
in my dreams I'll recall
during the future nights I've got?

Maybe I know 
that I can't know 
something will go and something else not at all 
skin on the bones 
and voice to call 
they are enough the life to carry on … on 

Seixal, Portugal, 31st May 2019

martedì 9 luglio 2019

Misericordia estiva

Gli alberi specchiano il silenzio
sulle vetrate livide del cielo
le nuvole paiono grandi occhi
pupille come lampioni accesi:
ecco il dipinto assordante
della misericordia estiva
parentesi ventosa del tempo.

domenica 23 giugno 2019

From the west

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The wind from the ocean
says there's a new season
coming from the west
I am on this island
looking at the sunset
shining from the west

And I'm just a little man 
yes I'm just a little man 
what else to desire 
if not let the fire 
of the summer coming 
from the west? 
The ancient calendar 
of stones on this island 
says today a new year starts* 
from the west 

The ancient people
living on this island
knew all about the west
they watched the short sunsets
into the deep ocean
along the west

And I'm just a little man 
yes I'm just a little man 
what else to desire 
if not let the fire 
of the summer coming 
from the west ? 
The ancient calendar 
of stones on this island 
says today a new year starts* 
from the west 

* Secondo gli antichi abitanti di Lanzarote, i Majos, l'anno nuovo iniziava per il solstizio d'estate, come è testimoniato dal calendario solare di pietra presente a Zonzamas. 

Teguise,  Lanzarote, 20 giugno 2019

sabato 22 giugno 2019

Onde

Qui il cielo è solo un sipario
per lo spettacolo del vento
le onde soltanto la corona
per questa terra d'aria e fuoco
ma l'Atlantico urla una storia
da troppo tempo non raccontata.

Famara, Lanzarote, 19 giugno 2019

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.

domenica 28 aprile 2019

Oath

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Easter means always rain
over the previous flames
so it's a taste of peace
and of some new believes

I take an oath to me
to start a sacred deed
just to rebuild myself
and trying to amend

Holy Friday I don't know 
where is my soul I know 
I have to work hardly to meet it all 

The bulk of myself is lost 
into a dark other world 
with the prayer and the study I call it back home 

My vessel is empty
I put on it some twigs
as symbols of new bet
I take with myself

I swear that I will stop
to be afraid and to boast
I'm not an ancient thane
but only a little man

Holy Friday I don't know 
where is my soul I know 
I have to work hardly to meet it all 

The bulk of myself is lost 
into a dark other world 
with the prayer and the study I call it back home 

I drink some holy mead
while Easter is going
with its sense of rebirth
and with this my new oath

Nella foto, particolare dell'abbazia di Frassinoro (Mo)

mercoledì 24 aprile 2019

Il mondo oltre la pioggia










Il mondo oltre la pioggia
è fragile compagnia
di questi pomeriggi stanchi
melodia dissonante
dal rumore quotidiano
realtà archetipica
di vene fradice
di ricordi antichi
al di là dell'umido sipario.

martedì 23 aprile 2019

Sconquassato

Svetta il pioppo opaco
sullo sfondo osseo
del cielo sconquassato
dal feroce scirocco:
non esiste certezza
al di là del buio
che dentro custodisco.

giovedì 18 aprile 2019

Accogliere

Tutta la luna raccolta
nell'abbraccio della vite
appena rinata eppure
pronta ad accogliere.

domenica 14 aprile 2019

Scoperti

Il cielo lascia scoperti
esposti braccia ed occhi
le nuvole appoggiate
sui nuovi rami di vite
saturano di ossigeno
la soffocante grammatica
del quotidiano resistere.

martedì 9 aprile 2019

Vuoto capovolto










Sono vuoto capovolto
infinito distillato
temuto e agognato
schiacciato contro l'angolo
ogivale e concavo
mattoni di terra rossa
perfezione di incastro
lungo la spina dorsale
posso planare nel cosmo
o ricercare radici
profonde più dei secoli
e squarciarmi ogni giorno
per ritrovarmi di notte
superstite di un tempo
eterno ed effimero
brace di carne e fiato
che riempie con il fuoco
un'assenza asettica.

Pagnago(LC), 6 aprile 2019

giovedì 28 marzo 2019

Strati di cielo

Profuma la città stasera
di strati di cielo disciolti
e di semafori scarlatti
accanto a foglie neonate
di campane tozze sui tetti
sirene morenti d'Europa.

mercoledì 20 marzo 2019

Windy spring

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It's the begin of the spring
the air is not hot, does not freeze
I don't know where I come from and I go
Something I let go, something else I hold

You said I am bad for you
that I'm superb and confused
look at sky and taste some fresh wind
I will go away and you will stay here

Beautiful windy spring 
it's time to start to swim 
into the sky so blue 
and going far from you 

Beautiful windy spring 
it's time to lose and win w
inter is going to die 
while I taste a new sky 

She said we can meditate
on the same time the same day
this is the way to produce a new change
to cut the black roots, the despair to erase

Beautiful windy spring 
it's time to start to swim 
into the sky so blue 
and going far from you 

Beautiful windy spring 
it's time to lose and win 
winter is going to die 
while I taste a new sky

martedì 19 marzo 2019

Like the first springtime bloom

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Sometimes it happens that
walking along my pathes
no inspiration arrives
'cause she makes me blind

Her words are gospels to me
she knows always what I need
there's nothing more to write
she can explain the life

Her voice is more than beautiful 
she is like the first springtime bloom 

The only thing I can say 
in this moment so weird 
is that I feel deep in my soil 
the need of rain and of her voice 

And I know nothing can change 
if not written in the fate 
but she can teach that the fate 
can change only if let it rain 

There will be times
very close in life
during which I'll be sad
but she will be there

Her voice is more than beautiful 
she is like the first springtime bloom 

The only thing I can say 
in this moment so weird 
is that I feel deep in my soil 
the need of rain and of her voice 

And I know nothing can change 
if not written in the fate 
but she can teach that the fate 
can change only if let it rain

domenica 3 marzo 2019

Gratitude

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I need to speak about the gratitude
that was something I have not yet understood
it is a light that needs to reach the sky
to open darkness, the night to clarify

I know I have still so many things to do
to carve out my name into the wood
but I am grateful for all I've in my hands
for all the people and for all the lands

In front of the sea there's 
the perfect place to say thank you 
where waters begin and 
the land can face something of new 
I'm grateful and so true 

In the last months I have passed through
the wind of change and I am in a new mood
I'm grateful for what I lost and what I won
I've no regrets fo the first time at all

In front of the sea there's 
the perfect place to say thank 
you where waters begin and 
the land can face something of new 
I'm grateful and so true

martedì 19 febbraio 2019

Mondato

Sono mondato
in questa notte diafana
come i bulbi
dopo i mesi nel ventre
pronti a scoppiare
nella bellezza pura

lunedì 11 febbraio 2019

Losar










Ho grandi nidi negli occhi
e ho pupille inzuppate
specchi di buio inespresso.

Nudo come lastra di ghiaccio
appena prima di sciogliersi
mi vesto di siepi aguzze.

 Protetto dall’ovest antico
sillabo la notte del Losar*
brucio mozziconi d’insonnia

 * Capodanno tibetano, celebrazione religiosa che si è appena conclusa (7 febbraio)