It’s Christmas time so cruel sometimes

 

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The snow is melting 

 the lights are coloured 

and I can see the emptiness 

conquering my heart 

 

I feel so lazy 

I do want nothing 

and I have nothing to say 

to anyone out there 

 

It’s Christmas time so cruel sometimes 

 

This time full of glory 

is always a promise 

to feel a bit better 

to make some good choices 

 

I don’t want to waste 

also these sacred days 

it’s a simple prayer 

that I say to myself 

 

The night is silent 

the moon still so big 

and I have never felt 

so little before 

 

I feel so lonely 

as in my youth 

what can I do to 

catch somewhere some truth? 

 

It’s Christmas time so cruel sometimes

 

This time full of glory 

is always a promise 

to feel a bit better 

to make some good choices 

 

I don’t want to waste 

also these sacred days 

it’s a simple prayer 

that I say to myself

A promise to be sowed

 

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Looking for the mistletoe 

along this so windy road 

that I have always known 

to the south west I go 

 

‘cause it’s the last direction 

to have got the evening gold 

before a light newborn 

a promise to be sowed 

 

so even if we are in the deep darkness 

to say there’s a new light is not a joke 

and from today it can arise 

 each day much more, we’ll be surprised 

 

so even if I wait for the new winter 

and it will be a long frozen one 

yes from today I have to arise 

I swear in front of this dazzling sky 

 

Sky is full of mistletoe 

the one that can give the oak 

of this bright flash yellow 

far from the gray autumn 

 

I can feel so grateful 

for this gift so precious 

nobody else can hold 

this golden bough, at all 

 

so even if we are in the deep darkness 

to say there’s a new light is not a joke 

and from today it can arise 

each day much more, we’ll be surprised 

 

so even if I wait for the new winter 

and it will be a long frozen one 

yes from today I have to arise 

I swear in front of this dazzling sky 

 

Christmas / Alban Arthan 2021

Sud est

 

 L’alba promette fuoco 

 dal sud est acrilico 

 ma i rami spogli 

 bianchi di gelo 

 sono ossa sparse 

 su campi nucleari

To abandon

 

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In these nights I own the possibility to die or to grow 

it is not a must to change oh everything of what I was 

going towards a future that I can only imagine 

strewing pieces of myself that can become some hinges 

 

In these nights the cold of this late autumn going straight to winter 

It gives the sense to have a dyed place only to stay warm 

and the scream of the loneliness can become so loud 

on the opposite site there’s the appalling crowd 

 

Left alone outside the world 

in the place to which I belong 

I am used to say I’m always wrong 

But who am I to say I am wrong? 

 

There’s subtler feeling I love 

that makes me think I am not 

the culprit for all the things I’ve lost 

and all I have to do is to abandon 

 

And the sky tonight has got the perspicuity to understand my mood 

It can woo my thoughts with an affability as only God can do 

and I can cry without crying at all 

and sometimes to find back the really right words 

 

Left alone outside the world 

in the place to which I belong 

I am used to say I’m always wrong 

But who am I to say I am wrong? 

 

There’s subtler feeling I love 

that makes me think I am not 

the culprit for all the things I’ve lost 

and all I have to do is to abandon