It is still summer, it is my birthday

 

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It is still summer 

it is my birthday 

but the autumn is 

already outside the window 

And my little fire 

it is still burning 

but is crying out 

like a weeping willow 

Every year is 

becoming more difficult 

to maintain the strength 

to go on alone 

But this sunlight 

cutting my image 

I feel it is charging 

me till to the bones 

It is still summer 

it is my birthday 

but the first one 

I have not gone 

to the birthplace 

of my real soul 

even if I am here 

and I am so close 

Every year is 

becoming more difficult 

to maintain the strength 

to go on alone 

But this sunlight 

cutting my image 

I feel it is charging 

me till to the bones 

19th August 2022

But I’m the only thing I have

 

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I don’t want to know where 

I am going to go 

while every day 

seems a sort of fall 

I can fall but not always stand up again 

there will be the day I will call my end 

But I’m the only thing I have 

I do not have anything else 

with my hidden shaming rash 

and my immortal weakness 

And it’s not yet come time of death 

so I’ve to harness what it’s left 

In the last times 

 I have stopped to watch 

my reflection 

on the mirror 

so I don’t know if a strange wisp I have got 

so I cannot understand how much I’m old 

But I’m the only thing I have 

I do not have anything else 

with my hidden shaming rash 

and my immortal weakness 

And it’s not yet come time of death 

so I’ve to harness what it’s left

Baratro

Il cielo è di foglie d’argento 

distese su un lago di latte 

l’autunno celeste anticipa 

quello della terra assetata: 

l’estate è pronta a cadere 

nel baratro dell’ovest