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.