martedì 25 febbraio 2020

It would be better to stay here

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I know the time has gone
and now I'm no more young
but I guess there's a way
to find always new frame
to cling to the past no more

So I grope after new
advice and supposed truth
but I can wear fresh garments
and I look for beguilement
there is no proscription for me

It would be better to stay here 
into the city 
without travelling every day 
it is a pity 

I chase new projects to realize to feel myself 
may be this is my brand new aim to have a chance 

Here there is not a starry sky 
but there's some life 
Is loneliness such a delight 
to tantalize? 

I put down all the sticks I have to understand 
if I will find the strength I need to enlighten 

I'm still entranced by ghosts
some new, some others old
but I'm a bumpkin or
an hen if I think that all that I've
left means I can't find new nests

It would be better to stay here 
into the city 
without travelling every day 
it is a pity 

I chase new projects to realize to feel myself 
may be this is my brand new aim to have a chance 

Here there is not a starry sky 
but there's some life 
Is loneliness such a delight 
to tantalize? 

I put down all the sticks I have to understand 
if I will find the strength I need to enlighten 

19th February 2020

sabato 22 febbraio 2020

New pace

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It's enough to have a little rest
in this place that I can call my nest
that suddenly I can evoke
a little bunch of some new notes
and words can woven a new song together

And meanwhile I can hinder the mess
to make me feel so slyly unless
and suddenly I can grasp some hope
from a numinous and ancient world
and it is not a formulaic surrender

So starting from now 
I live for inspiration 
that makes me allowed 
to fight alienation 
I want to live with a foot in the other world 

I'll embroider thoughts 
to unfold the imagination 
and I'll stop to bow to 
the lack of motivation 
I really need to find a new pace to hold on 

I have listened to many seers
along my sometimes eerie years
but suddenly I can understand
I feel so dizzy and so sad
so that I have to spill this weir of bad wont

So starting from now 
I live for inspiration 
that makes me allowed 
to fight alienation 
I want to live with a foot in the other world 

I'll embroider thoughts 
to unfold the imagination 
and I'll stop to bow to 
the lack of motivation 
I really need to find a new pace to hold on

giovedì 20 febbraio 2020

Garraithe *

Il merlo conosce i segreti
dei giardini ombrosi
di questa città millenaria
il colore del suo becco
è quello della corona
dei narcisi precoci
raccolti in grappolo
come dita protese
sfumature corali
irriducibili all’uno.

* Giardino in gaelico irlandese

domenica 16 febbraio 2020

Il passo del vento

Ascolto il passo del vento
sottile e profondo
muovere l'erba ocra
con le sue grandi orme
che vengon da lontano
e ancor più lontano
torneranno.


Lo ascolto orizzontale
e nudo di preghiera
in attesa di primavera
in cerca disperata
di guarigione.

martedì 4 febbraio 2020

Break the fetters

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Time is like ancient father
teaching me to break the fetters
to open up another new way

When I was a boy everything
seemed to me so much stirring
but now it’s difficult to feel that way

When I feel so close to springtime 
I feel I have not to waste 
Not a breath, a drop of time 
Because life is going to change 

And the fields are going to explode 
While the people need more love 

Imbolc opens the new springtime 
But there’s winter in the haze 
I feel something that can’t bide 
Things are warping in new shapes 

Hares are going to come out 
many flowers all around 

I want the mettle to ignore
My need to break the bonds
but I feel I will miss this place

And I know perfectly
this could be the last, maybe,
Imbolc celebration here

When I feel so close to springtime 
I feel I have not to waste 
Not a breath, a drop of time 
Because life is going to change 

And the fields are going to explode 
While the people need more love 

Imbolc opens the new springtime 
But there’s winter in the haze 
I feel something that can’t bide 
Things are warping in new shapes 

hares are going to come out 
many flowers all around


Imbolc 2020