Ghost flowers

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Is there a reason 

is there a reason 

why am I still so poor? 

Maybe it’s because 

I am not able 

to follow all the rules 

But I have got 

ghost flowers in my hands 

to celebrate the year is going to end 

with the same rituals 

that make us quiet about the future 

Yes I have got 

ghost flowers in my hands 

you cannot see 

but they are flash red 

it’s not the same ritual 

I am so different and I fear future 

People are talking 

as they are knowing 

of me everything and all 

But it is not 

possible at all 

as even me I don’t know 

But I have got 

ghost flowers in my hands 

to celebrate the year is going to end 

with the same rituals 

that make us quiet about the future 

Yes I have got 

ghost flowers in my hands 

you cannot see 

but they are flash red 

it’s not the same ritual 

I am so different and I fear future 

I am alone 

I am alone 

But I can still create 

The path was closed

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

The path was closed 

by a piece of wood 

and I wait for you 

for a sign to pass through 

The path was closed 

to reach the mistletoe 

I need to go on 

to bless my future 

After the passage all the paths seem so confused 

and every step a new direction I’ve to chose 

there were still several possibilities 

as it will be the life along the new year 

The path was closed 

and there was no word 

that can be told to make me sure 

That I can go on 

to find the mistletoe 

the ancient gold 

of the druids’ world 

After the passage all the paths seem so confused 

and every step a new direction I’ve to chose 

there were still several possibilities 

as it will be the life along the new year

Christmas it is the Solstice

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

It is a ritual day 

no matter which is your faith 

only in the woods can be my way 

It seems a springtime day 

but winter begins today 

and I feel the warmth over my veins 

Christmas it is the Solstice 

Solstice it is the Christmas 

and we are here only to be grateful 

for the new life that soon will cover us 

Christmas it is the Solstice 

Solstice it is the Christmas 

it is just a matter of chosen words 

if only people can understand the love 

It is Christmas eve 

I feel inside the beat 

of the new light born in the east 

Nearby the dried creek 

I promise I can be 

something of new if I resist 

Christmas it is the Solstice 

Solstice it is the Christmas 

and we are here only to be grateful 

for the new life that soon will cover us 

Christmas it is the Solstice 

Solstice it is the Christmas 

it is just a matter of chosen words 

if only people can understand the love

24th December

Gümsèl *

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ho acceso il fuoco 

nell’istante esatto 

del sorgere armonico 

del sole a sud est 

 

Ho percorso una strada 

in irta salita 

tenacemente diretta 

alla luna in falce 

 

Poi il vento caldo 

del sud innamorato 

ha sconvolto il mondo 

il primo giorno d’inverno 

 

E ho visto le foglie 

scappare dal nord 

verso i miei passi 

incerti d’afflizione 

 

Siamo tutti fili 

dello stesso gomitolo 

che si srotola lasciando 

la vita nuda 

 

* “Gomitolo” in dialetto modenese

Bormana

 

LISTEN TO / ASCOLTA

Are you the spirit of the fog? 

I hear your steps as the rain falls 

I see your traces on the road 

first after me and than before 

I know your name is an old word 

that I can find back in my soul 

you are a demon not a god 

for those who don’t believe at all 

I feel you’re a female ghost 

in our land since the ancient world 

you bring away and back the fog 

during the time of only a song 

“Bormana”* was the former blow 

they used in early times to call 

the goddess of water and fog 

maybe it’s “Borda” here along

* Bordana era la dea celtica dell'acqua, probabilmente ispiratrice di entità sovrannaturali successive come Borda, una creatura tipica dell'Emilia Romagna.

At the bottom

  

  LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

We are almost at the bottom, at the bottom of the light 

I am almost at the bottom, at the bottom of my life 

 

How many days can I resist this way? 

I am a warrior in the mist fading away 

 

It's no more the time to ignore, that I am into a well 

I’ve forgotten there is some light, over there and in my head 

 

How many days can I resist this way? 

I am a warrior in the mist fading away 

 

I know I’m alone 

outside there’s the snow 

in this place I have chosen to stay sore 

What does mean an home 

that does not fight the cold 

and I am freezing deeply in my soul 

 

While my voice loses power, and my body becomes old 

I’m aware I cannot be, everything that I did want 

 

How many days can I resist this way? 

I am a warrior in the mist fading away 

 

I know I’m alone 

outside there’s the snow 

in this place I have chosen to stay sore 

What does mean an home 

that does not fight the cold 

and I am freezing deeply in my soul

Appena dopo

 Il sole è arrivato 

 appena dopo 

 la mia partenza. 

 Vorrei avere la tua mente 

 pratica e definita 

 capace di chiudersi 

 e trovare rifugio 

 nel lavoro astemio  

 delle tue mani.