Gli ultimi giorni del mondo

 

 Gli ultimi giorni del mondo 

 sono promesse storpie 

 il sole cade distratto 

 sempre più a sud 

 la luce è scollegata 

 dalla cadenza del tempo. 

 

 Io vivo un tempo sordo 

 strappato dall'assenza 

 con il cranio imbottito 

 di pensieri accuminati 

 e le mani incapaci 

 di stringere un senso.

Outiside the window

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

Outside the window 

there is the life 

I keep freedom far 

when I’m inside here 

Maybe one day 

I will find courage 

to take the life by the hands 

and to start something new 

Suddenly the autumn has come 

and I’ve got nothing nothing to say 

suddenly the autumn has come 

and I have not yet new ways to pray 

the sun goes to the south 

there is no trace of sprout 

Outside the window 

there’s what I’d need 

maybe the time 

will be gone before me 

Outside the window 

season is changed 

and there is nothing 

I can do to avoid 

this new fall 

Suddenly the autumn has come 

and I’ve got nothing nothing to say 

suddenly the autumn has come 

and I have not yet new ways to pray 

the sun goes to the south 

there is no trace of sprout

Alban Elfed 2022

Before the Samhain praise

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

Everything will be paid 

like it is right to say 

before the Samhain praise 

like sparks out of the flame 

I have got nests of thoughts into my black hair 

they are making them become everyday more gray 

Things change things change 

and I don’t understand 

I blame myself 

because of my choices 

but it’s not even my fault 

not always 

the weakness is not my pick 

it’s my curse 

There is the usual decay 

all around this sad place 

where I chose to dwell 

as the saddest of men 

I have got nests of thoughts into my black hair 

they are making them become everyday more gray 

Things change things change 

and I don’t understand 

I blame myself 

because of my choices 

but it’s not even my fault 

not always 

the weakness is not my pick 

it’s my curse

There is nothing wiser than the sea

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

The sound of the sea 

second of september 

the waves seem to speak to me to me 

and I live for this 

parenthesis of sand 

while the tides are touching my feet 

there is nothing wiser than the sea 

and I have a secret faith for it 

So special to me 

first days of september 

every year they teach something to me 

and this time it is 

bitter and so tender 

being here so far from everything 

there is nothing wiser than the sea 

and I have a secret faith for it 

In my ears 

the waters sing a song 

and it is the most ancient one 

In my ears 

the waters sing a song 

that can clean out the mess on the heart 

When I was free 

I can barely remember 

but now I can wash away my grief 

I do not have bliss 

Destroyed is my shelter 

but the sea says that there is no need 

there is nothing wiser than the sea 

and I have a secret faith for it 

In my ears 

the waters sing a song 

and it is the most ancient one 

In my ears 

the waters sing a song 

that can clean out the mess on the heart 

Marina di Bibbona, 2nd september 2022