mercoledì 30 settembre 2020

Frome the ridge

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When the rain comes 
suddenly 
in this house where 
I'd want to live 
 
I cannot not to sing 
A new song as a gift 
 
Without notice comes 
also, sadness 
it is not a choice 
it is weakness 
 
I cannot not to cry 
it is just a way to try 
 
I love so much the smell of the rain 
That comes down from the ridge in this place 
It is fierce and so sweet at the same 
Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 
 
In this messy 
clutter here 
I imagine 
As it could be 
 
After the end of my work 
Will be comfortable 
 
I love so much the smell of the rain 
That comes down from the ridge in this place 
It is fierce and so sweet at the same 
Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 
 
29th august 2020

sabato 26 settembre 2020

Reddening

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While the nature is reddening 
and the sun is descending 
 the first rain after months 
is blessing all the world 

While the daylight is shortening 
sense of balance is in the air 
the day is like the night 
the sun falls in the west side 

Facing the autumn I remember 
all the things I've gained and all the things I've lost 
I know this is the last harvest 
So I make my best to collect my hopes 

While the fall is just starting 
and the cold is arriving 
we check the things we've got 
before the winter blow 

And I know that very soon 
the deep gold will substitute 
the green into the woods 
under a sky so blue 

Facing the autumn I remember 
all the things I've gained and all the things I've lost 
I know this is the last harvest 
So I make my best to collect my hopes 

In front of me the twilight 
the perfect west it signs 
and the two mountains are 
like the breast of woman 

 20th September 2020

domenica 13 settembre 2020

Il sole di settembre

 

Il sole di settembre 

allinea le colline: 

soldati schierati 

(i muscoli possenti 

e le vene gonfie 

pronte ad esplodere 

con la vendemmia) 

certi della sconfitta 

contro all'inverno.

mercoledì 9 settembre 2020

I need some strength back

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Is it the moon 
 the mirror of the silence 
over these moors 
where does survive my fire? 

I am only past thoughts 
and unless endeavours 
I need some strength back 

Is it the wood 
the secret of the peace 
where west is blue 
and the east brightly appears? 

Before the bedroom 
as a cloak covers all 
I will run as a stag 

What can I say? 
After the hills, the sea 
that speaks so silently 
to say there's no distinction 
between the elements and us 

Have I been sage 
Before becoming dead? 
My mind goes laze 
and body is erased 

My soul is baffling 
while it is rattled 
and autumns is not far 

What can I say? 
After the hills, the sea 
that speaks so silently 
to say there's no distinction 
between the elements and us 

25th August 2020, Case Poggio, Neirone, Liguria