Linfa sangue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forse è il tempo

ad attendere le querce

dai rami abulici. 

 

La stagione stagna

se la linfa sangue

resta ctonia. 

 

In silenzio vedo 

le vite degli altri

vendersi a ore.

A new tradition

 

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Let me become the Imbolc light 

into the dark of winter tide 

I can pray here on my knees in front of the candle 

I can say in days like these it’s like a cradle 

 

I want to start a new tradition 

Here in this place that is my mission 

I’ll light a candle over the wood of windowsill 

eight windows one for every feast of the Wheel 

 

I celebrate today, for a reason 

to esc from my everyday prison 

I reckon that I need somewhere to land 

 

Imbolc is something like a miracle 

we’re out of the winter and in the middle 

It’s an ambience that bestows a rest 

 

This is the only feast I have 

never forgotten to be aware 

Also into the worst storms I lit a candle 

To say to my sympathetic God I need a rescue 

 

I celebrate today, for a reason

to esc from my everyday prison 

I reckon that I need somewhere to land 

 

Imbolc is something like a miracle 

we’re out of the winter and in the middle 

It’s an ambience that bestows a rest 

 

Imbolc 2022