Beyond the hedgerow

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I am here waiting for the rain and its blessing
into this garden that seems wet only by dew
Beyond the hedgerow what?
Maybe another world

I know this weather calls a sacred evening
Can I collect my thoughts like I would sew?
Beyond the hedgerow what?
Maybe another world

So I celebrate lonely 
imagining what I would love 
I think to all of you 
into your sacred sacred groves 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

It seems I can see you 
dancing and praying bare at all 
while your fire's burning you 
jolt your soul to let it go 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

I can remember all my past celebrations
and in each one there is a big lesson
Beyond the hedgerow what?
Maybe another world

So I celebrate lonely 
imagining what I would love 
I think to all of you 
into your sacred sacred groves 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

It seems I can see you 
dancing and praying bare at all 
while you fire's burning 
you jolt your soul to let it go 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

Beltaine 2020

Meliadi

Il vento occulta il dialogo
sottile tra i due frassini
sul nuovo sole che avanza
sulla luna ormai scomparsa
in attesa che il tramonto
nasconda le ombre sacre
e possano le meliadi *
uscire nella dolce sera
per dichiarare amore
al firmamento.

Forse arriverà una sera
anche per noi
e i ricordi saranno diamanti
per condurci incantati
verso casa.

* Nella mitologia greca sono le ninfe del frassino; tra di loro ci sono anche quelle che accudirono Zeus neonato.

Abbandonamento

Abbandonamento
la notte dell'essere
vi siete parlate ancora
sotto la chiesa
accanto al suo giardino
per vagare nel passato
su sentieri di parole
senza incontrarvi altrove
se non nei miei sogni
ma non c'è raccolto
in un campo arato
e mai seminato
soltanto foresta
di lontananza.

Una per una

La pioggia silenziosa
entra dai miei occhi fradici
e mi percorre le vene
una per una
come sentieri impervi
di montagne nebbiose
e mi cuce sulla pelle
questa brughiera santa.

Gaoth *

È un vento che profuma
di cose antiche
e sposta i passeri sul frassino
e i merli sulla quercia
solleva i semi in superficie
per condurli lontano
dove occhi umani eretici
non possono osare.

Il mio male piombo
non può sollevarsi
attende mani forti
più del vento.

* “vento” in gaelico

Only the paths of the animals remain

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Only the paths of the animals remain
to guide my feet towards the west
in this Land nature is winning

May be this uncanny time we have
and that people cannot understand
will bring a change of culture

So in a very close future 
nature will be again our tutor 
a new world 
a new health 
we will back in the Land 

Feel into your deepest marrow 
we are made of light and shadow 
our wand 
is the word 
we use to call back our God 

Look at the gnarled bough above your head
it is there before you were born on this land
you are just a little sprig

But from your ankle towards your neck
you perceive you're something more than a lad
when you utter your true name

So in a very close future 
nature will be again our tutor 
a new world 
a new health 
we will back in the Land 

Feel into your deepest marrow 
we are made of light and shadow 
our wand 
is the word 
we use to call back our God 

5th April 2020

Manṭiq aṭ-ṭàir*

In questa Pasqua asettica
la sola lingua parlata
è quella degli uccelli
che benedicono il sole
generoso e abbondante
mentre inonda il giardino
e riempe di luce antica
la sclera bianca dei miei occhi.


* “Il verbo degli uccelli” è un poema in persiano di Farīd ad-dīn ʻAṭṭār.

Sette aprile

La luna piena
disegna una croce
due angoli acuti
due invece ottusi
dietro i filari scheletrici
della vigna nuova
carica di speranza
vene di Dio
tese nell'aria

This is my prayer for healing

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This is my prayer for healing
in this moment of despair
among the snow and the flowers
I pray with my empty hands
with the palms pointed towards the sky

This is my prayer for healing
in this utter darkness of
this spring that for the humans
is the moment of the loss
while the crow is screaming loud in the sky

My mind is a red platform 
waiting for Your answer 
my mind is a flat platform 
waiting for a sign from You 
what have I to wait for? 
What should I expect for? 
Only the time will say a word 

This is my prayer for healing
it is not simple song
I know it doesn't hinge on me
I ask to Nature and God
to give us new hope into this transient life

This is my prayer for healing
to push away this bad curse
in my gut the fear is living
and I really do not want
hence I promise I will change my hectic life

My mind is a red platform 
waiting for Your answer 
my mind is a flat platform 
waiting for a sing from You 
what have I to wait for? 
What should I expect for? 
Only the time will say a word 

28th March 2020