lunedì 31 maggio 2021

Ancient Celts knew

 














What can make me feel alive 
it’s the sense of sublime 
that comes from the west side 
when the evening arrives 

It is called the twilight 
it’s a gift for the night 
ancient Celts knew the time 
in that moment could bide 

It’s when I am alone 
it’s when I create songs 
it’s when I am hopeless 
but not lost 

It comes before the night 
it is an evening tide 
it brings new words and madness 
both 

I was prey in the night 
hunter at the same time 
I was craving some light 
but I should look for inside 

It’s when I am alone 
it’s when I create songs 
it’s when I am hopeless 
but not lost 

It comes before the night 
it is an evening tide 
it brings new words and madness 
both

sabato 29 maggio 2021

Ligustro

 

Abbasa il capo canuto 
il ligustro sotto la pioggia 
siepe di anni acuti 
d'ombre trafitte di luce 
in questa casa bicolore 

(poi il sole tinge 
l'orto spoglio 
 di bianchi petali)

venerdì 28 maggio 2021

Tír na nÓg

 

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This evening seems the paradise 
behind the oak trees the twilight 
it is shining in a way that touches heart 

The wind is just a lullaby 
the birds are courting in the sky 
while the light with its decay rimms the land 

Close to the border of the night I take a boat 
It goes to Tir na nOg* where youth is the only world 
And I’ll go there again a million time 
To vanquish my despair, to feel alive 

Just after the sunset, the west opens a pass 
the hills are painted red when from the soil an hand 
can bring you to a land of other kind 
where no wind can lash and there’s no time 

Unhindered I reach the place 
where the sun finds the sacred nest 
and there I hear some rattles singing out 

There fairies are forgathering 
to start a night outside the Sidhe** 
if you see, you have to oath you have not seen 

Close to the border of the night I take a boat 
It goes to Tir na nOg* where youth is the only world 
And I’ll go there again a million time 
To vanquish my despair, to feel alive 

Just after the sunset, the west opens a pass 
the hills are painted red when from the soil an hand 
can bring you to a land of other kind 
where no wind can lash and there’s no time 


* Tír na nÓg ("Terra del giovane eterno") è l'altromondo della mitologia irlandese 
** Sidhe è la parola gaelica che indica il popolo fatato, chiamato anche piccolo popolo 
7th May 2021

venerdì 21 maggio 2021

It’s a different Beltaine

 

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It’s a different Beltaine 
the clouds fill sky of May 
my life I’m going to change 
and no one is oh really close to me 
 
It’s a different Beltaine 
it seems summer and then the rain 
pours water over my face 
so that the tears cannot be seen on me 
 
And then 
the wind can change 
the mood of a day 
also of Beltaine 
 
And I 
can stop to blame 
and start to pray 
close to dazzling flame 
 
“Thanks for this wind that can make me change dress even if far from the ocean” 
 
It’s a different Beltaine 
I can say I’m not insane 
I am only different 
from everybody else that I have known 
 
And then 
the wind can change 
the mood of a day 
also of Beltaine 
 
And I 
can stop to blame 
and start to pray 
close to dazzling flame 
 
“Thanks for this wind that can make me change dress even if far from the ocean” 
 
30th April 2021

giovedì 20 maggio 2021

Scompari immenso

 







Sale la marea del sangue 
dal cuore fino agli occhi 
e diviene lacrime 
e tra gli scogli aguzzi 
di ricordi mitocondriali 
singhiozzi inarrestabili: 
scompari immenso 
e lasci una scia 
di poesia assoluta 
dai Monti Iblei 
al cosmo supremo 
e un presagio sacro 
di fine imminente. 
 
18 maggio 2021, a Franco Battiato 
 

venerdì 7 maggio 2021

La fame del vento

 

La montagna non placa 
la fame del vento 
respiro roboante 
di ventre e di cielo 
di voce e di ossa: 
il silenzio è soltanto 
futuro anteriore.