How the snow can become water

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Water all around 

saturday morning 

I am not allowed  

to have long walking 

but this is exactly what I missed 

yes this is exactly what I need 

How the snow 

can become water 

it is all 

we need to beware 

it's the sign the springtimes is not far 

it's the Imbolc gift for all of us 

Snow is melting down 

into these streams 

here yes I can say 

I am a king 

'cause I feel my home is in this wood 

it can always give me a better mood 

How the snow 

can become water 

it is all 

we need to beware 

it's the sign the springtimes is not far 

it's the Imbolc gift for all of us 

Imbolc 2021

Where is

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Where is where is where is my soul 

and where and where and where is gone 

after years of silence 

I want to know where 

it is 

I feel inside to me hollow 

while by the fireplace I hold 

my past to keep warm 

while future is cold 

so cold 

I look at my face 

and I lit a candle 

to see the lines 

I know I am changed 

but inside I handle 

what is survived 

There is a poem that I loved 

since when I was young and alone 

it told there's a fire 

that survives forever

inside

I look at my face 

and I lit a candle 

to see the lines 

I know I am changed 

but inside I handle 

what is survived

Il fondo

 

Sulla strada inondata 

di luna asettica 

tocco il fondo melmoso 

di un'anima immatura: 

il vento gelido accarezza 

la pelle non più giovane 

lo scroscio del fiume 

sul fondo della valle 

mi ricorda impietoso 

dove sto andando.

Moon

 

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Moon 

is up in the sky 

and she seems so kind 

it is just pure light 

Moon 

is up in the sky 

the last so bright cry 

of these evil times 

Moon 

is up in the sky 

I'd feel so fragile 

in the obscure night 

Moon 

is our delight 

we can also shine 

she is like a shrine 

Moon 

teaches that the life 

is a waxing line 

waining the next time 

26th December 2020

Spazio liminale

 

Il sangue del giorno che muore 

il suicidio delle esperidi* 

accanto al boccale fradicio 

di questa assenza spremuta: 

il gelo incendia il fiato 

nello spazio liminale 

il confine universale 

che noi chiamiamo morte. 

* Nella mitologia greca, le ninfe dell'ovest e del tramonto. Custodivano il giardino dei pomi d'oro.

This is the only noise that is also silence

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
 

This is the only noise 

that is also silence 

we call it snow 

it's the winter fire 

and when we walk 

along this white path 

we feel inside a new born land 

This is the only noise 

that is also silence 

it seems to destroy 

breaking the white mantle 

so when we walk 

in the white desert 

we try to be as light as we can 

Snow is like an old deep soul 

always white and without war 

even if the mind is full of troubles 

And I'm here to say Oh Lord 

protect us into the storm 

that is going to arrive  

This is the only noise 

that is also silence 

I feel an ounce of joy 

may be it's desire 

to live the white wild 

in a total lose 

before it's too late to follow clues 

Snow is like an old deep soul 

always white and without war 

even if the mind is full of troubles 

And I'm here to say Oh Lord 

protect us into the storm 

that is going to arrive

La neve è il tuo respiro

 

Il cielo mantello immenso 

bianco come palmi aperti 

segno di resa all'inverno 

e al buio profondissimo. 

La neve è il tuo respiro 

sopra al cuscino del sonno 

silenzioso ma pur capace 

di riempir la notte più muta.