It's a dark Beltaine

 

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It’s a dark Beltaine 

it’s a dark starting of summer 

out the drizzle 

Satan’s feature 

 

In the darkness I wait 

this beginning of may 

it seems november 

fireplace with embers 

 

What does it mean Beltaine 

if I’m cold and weak

powerless I ask for 

some more new bright dreams 

 

It’s a neverending winter 

a false promise of summer 

and I’m becoming old 

 

It should be the moment 

to remember we are 

part of all 

not alone 

 

But when we feel bad 

there is nothingness 

to raise up 

to stand up 

 

What does it mean Beltaine 

if I’m cold and weak 

powerless I ask for 

some more new bright dreams 

 

 It’s a neverending winter 

a false promise of summer 

and I’m becoming old

Suddenly I know

 

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Suddenly I know there is nothing wrong 

but nothing it seems right 

suddenly I know there’s only a thin border 

between the death and the life 

 

Suddenly I know there is only 

a single way to survive 

thinking there is nothing to be reached 

more than a little light 

 

And I believe yes I can feel 

that I bleed when I dream 

the sacrifice is to renounce 

to hopes and expectancies 

 

Suddenly winter comes back strongly 

pushing away springtime 

the snow is falling over the flowers 

that can hardly survive 

 

It’s an example of what can happen 

to all in our life 

first we are living without any matter 

the next time we may die 

 

And I believe yes I can feel 

that I bleed when I dream 

the sacrifice is to renounce 

to hopes and expectancies

The singing of the insects

 

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The singing of the insects 

under the crescent of moon 

it is only a whistle 

but I find some notes into 

 

so I can sing the melody 

as they are teaching it to me 

 

It seems a kind of summer 

but it is early springtime 

I love the warmth on the skin 

and I like to stay outside 

 

after a winter so long 

it’s a sort of salvation 

 

And in the sky, the stars are twinkling 

yes in the sky, the stars are twinkling 

look at the sky, the stars are twinkling 

all around the moon 

 

The spread of the new life 

makes me feel so powerful 

every year it’s the sign 

of the newborn God called Lugh 

 

that in the summer will become 

a young and sparkling young man 

 

And in the sky the stars are twinkling 

yes in the sky the stars are twinkling 

look at the sky, the stars are twinkling 

all around the moon

Rinuncia

 

La poesia dell'attesa 

frustrante infinita 

e della rinuncia 

negata odiata 

ma agognata 

 

(l'unica via disincantata per una goccia di pace assoluta) 

 

Come la pioggia sul vetro 

e le prime foglie 

del noce incredulo 

sospeso tra 

primavera e inverno.

Airmed’s mantle

 

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It’s twenty years 

that I come here 

the hidden sea 

behind the hills 

 

there’s a weird peace 

that I can feel 

the scented breeze 

a medicine 

 

So I need to sing something about 

this place that it is almost my house 

 

Among pine trees 

the pine resin 

my nostrils fills 

and makes me breath 

 

The sea here plays 

hide and seek 

under the peaks 

you can find it 

 

It’s time to say that I belong 

to this inlet where zephyr is strong 

 

Airmed* unfolded her 

magic mantle 

and separated the herbs 

according to their proper order

 

This is Airmed’s Land 

I am so sure 

the Mediterranean 

can heal my soul 

 

 

Deiva Marina (SP), 7th April 2024 

 

* Airmed era una divinità della mitologia celtica, particolarmente venerata nell'antica mitologia irlandese. Era associata alla guarigione, alle erbe medicinali e al benessere. Secondo la leggenda, Airmed era una delle figlie di Dian Cecht, il dio irlandese della medicina, e faceva parte dei Tuatha Dé Danann, un popolo di divinità nella mitologia irlandese. Si dice che Airmed avesse il potere di curare le ferite e le malattie attraverso l'uso delle erbe e delle piante.

Holy thursday

 

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Holy thursday 

a prayer for me 

I am exhausted 

as I’m bleeding 

 

as my blood coming out 

can heal my soul so weak 

 

Holy thursday 

I don’t know why 

I am here still singing 

while I’m close to die 

 

as my breath is made of sand 

and I feel so bad 

 

And I don’t know if it is the loneliness 

that makes me feel so cold and close to nothingness 

maybe this is the same feeling of Jesus 

these days so many years ago

It is Saint Patrick’s day

 

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It is Saint Patrick’s day 

and I have met a snake 

in the wood, walking 

 

It was huge and black 

the biggest I’ve ever met 

in the wood, singing 

 

and today my thoughts go to Ireland 

where the legends say there are no snakes 

 

And still today everytime that I feel down 

I come back to Ireland 

It’s not a true travel only with the thoughts I go 

back to Ireland 

 

In a past almost erased 

I swore to belong to that land 

called Ireland 

 

And a huge part of me 

still stays on those cliffs 

looking at the ocean 

 

yes today my thoughts go to Ireland 

where the legends say you can meet the saints 

 

And still today everytime that I feel down 

I come back to Ireland 

It’s not a true travel only with the thoughts I go 

back to Ireland 

 

Saint Patrick’s day 2024