Nothing like my face

 

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Time of my life 

is like a big tide 

while I don’t even know the last time I have cried 

 

In my busy mind 

the need to be alive 

is in contrast with all the thoughts against the life 

 

There is nothing like my face 

that is for me a maze 

I try to avoid the mirror 

to escape me from the pain 

 

But I know I can’t go this way 

it’s something to erase 

from my mind with the scissors 

I cut the pain away 

 

 A boat I’ve inside 

into waves so high 

but always looking for an harbour to survive 

 

Nothing seems so right 

or even a bit kind 

while I am always thinking of the same lie 

 

There is nothing like my face 

that is for me a maze 

I try to avoid the mirror 

to escape me from the pain 

 

But I know I can’t go this way 

it’s something to erase 

from my mind with the scissors 

I cut the pain away

I walk nearby my house but it’s as I’m in India

 

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I walk nearby my house 

but it’s as I’m in India 

my mind oh is allowed 

through words sweet as the stevia 

to travel far from my sad life 

where other stories seem so right 

 

While here it’s cold and wet 

I can taste warmth and sun 

while I am feeling bad 

I can have a young heart 

this is the power of the humans 

to be elsewhere without being new ones 

 

In my mind I’m told to seek some truth 

but I’m lost where all sacred’s abused 

when I try to clean me from the soot 

I find myself where darkness looms 

give me some truth 

 

All the brambles around 

the last with still some leaves 

and there is not a sound 

that early sunset sweeps 

but his words transport in a while 

in a place full of noise and life 

 

Fog is covering all the wood 

but some sun is still on the roof 

every day I fight with my sad mood 

to travel with the mind is helpful 

if I find some truth

Black wall

 

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Let the wind speak with my tongue 

so that I can learn its old song 

and becoming younger 

that is what I want 

 and becoming father 

even if I’ve no son 

Let the wind bring here the west 

with all the beauty and the rest 

and the ancient prayers 

we need to pronounce 

to fight against the slayers 

that erase our nouns 

There is a black wall made of clouds you see 

and it is covering the south totally 

I don’t know what it is but is impressive 

I don’t know what it is but is suggestive 

Let the snow erase a night of pain 

covering all with that white veil 

so that when we will see 

the melting miracle 

we all better will be 

at least into a new mode 

There is a black wall made of clouds you see 

and it is covering the south totally 

I don’t know what it is but is impressive 

I don’t know what it is but is suggestive

Fusione sacra

 

La musica si fonde 

nei moti del fuoco 

le note come fiamme 

librano nell’aria 

e le nuvole sono 

il fuoco del cielo 

acqua aria e sale 

che aprono e chiudono 

le palpebre a Dio.

Selvaggio immortale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Appena oltre la porta 

la luna già in ultima falce 

l'alba sempre più a sud 

e il sottile desiderio 

di fuggire dalla storia 

e immergermi l'anima 

nel selvaggio immortale. 

 

Cantare di notte 

con i denti accesi 

dalle stelle figlie 

di secoli passati 

pregare di giorno 

con la pelle distesa 

sulle pietre del bosco.

Talamh *

 

Il crinale è avvolto nelle nuvole 

- cotone tessuto dagli dei antichi - 

per secoli ha unito le genti 

Liguri Romani Longobardi 

 e dopo invece di nuovo confine. 

 Svalicando verso nord 

un muro nero oltre le colline 

la storia insegna a diffidare 

della direzione boreale 

sangue sparso sulla terra. 

E poi ci sono gli alberi 

arrampicati sul campo 

resistendo esattamente 

sul confine tra l'ombra 

 e il sole all'alba. 

* “Terra” in gaelico scozzese

Arriving at home one evening - Apennines

 

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Arriving at home 

it is almost dark 

the winter is close 

radio speaks of America 

 

I’m trying to convince 

myself that I can 

be strong even if 

I really feel so sad 

 

The fog coming from the valley 

makes me feel as I’m out of the world 

but I know that being connected 

it is something that comes from inside 

 

The black Apennines 

that I see outside 

from the window car 

seems an open heart 

 

My house is a boat 

just sailing alone 

into a strange world 

without time and reason 

 

The water of the distant river 

like the vein of this ancient place 

it is mixed in a single prayer 

with the calls of the birds of prey