tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18797694409871027552024-03-18T04:02:31.665+01:00Peekaboo among the brambles(nascondino tra i rovi)Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.comBlogger1173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-35937537252931413492024-03-06T17:00:00.008+01:002024-03-06T17:00:43.676+01:00The violets are becoming dim<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve8CsrmAlKY21JzfnpwFs4oV5yMpL9ApJnCcXOUGk7CR91TxZsw2iPJGWp3KpGF4mPnj707LZWIuahPqr32xfHK50qprj4zCymWBJbF1ZUpTEqxmoTba4hWn-kO8Xi36HJE7M3CSq6NeBmRJ65FwmeXx1abXKrEhbj6lZqKQ1yhmp0Jzm4e4RtmVwFA/s4640/IMG_20240221_172858.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve8CsrmAlKY21JzfnpwFs4oV5yMpL9ApJnCcXOUGk7CR91TxZsw2iPJGWp3KpGF4mPnj707LZWIuahPqr32xfHK50qprj4zCymWBJbF1ZUpTEqxmoTba4hWn-kO8Xi36HJE7M3CSq6NeBmRJ65FwmeXx1abXKrEhbj6lZqKQ1yhmp0Jzm4e4RtmVwFA/w200-h149/IMG_20240221_172858.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://voca.ro/14mcS3xR9U3W">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">The violets are becoming dim </div><div style="text-align: left;">over the sacred hill </div><div style="text-align: left;">like me, in the past I’ve been </div><div style="text-align: left;">so many more things </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I have been a singer, I have been a writer, I have been a dreamer </div><div style="text-align: left;">now I am almost nothing </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">The violets are becoming dim </div><div style="text-align: left;">Is this a sign of destiny? </div><div style="text-align: left;">In this era of wretched feelings </div><div style="text-align: left;">everything is faded and weak </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I have been much stronger, I have been a lover, I have been a wizard </div><div style="text-align: left;">now I am almost nothing </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Over this hill I have discovered </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>for the first time the Celtic flame </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>it is impalpable but so strong </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that I have still it in my head </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>After all these years, after all these years, after all these years </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">The violets are becoming dim </div><div style="text-align: left;">and the world is changing it’s clear </div><div style="text-align: left;">I’m still trying to protect the </div><div style="text-align: left;">little beauty inside to me </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I can touch it sometimes, in those special places, like this one I dwell in </div><div style="text-align: left;">before all becomes nothing </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Over this hill I have discovered </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>for the first time the Celtic flame </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>it is impalpable but so strong </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that I have still it in my head </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>After all these years, after all these years, after all these years </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">21st February </span><br /></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-69286148773343612212024-02-08T15:52:00.003+01:002024-02-08T15:52:44.221+01:00Eight fawns <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmr1lvlY2u4P8DfR1IhTkxO4amOV2G-f1kheucMS1G_TzZFulO0IG_YILUN7SVbp2CKBcl3FxDMlUqog10R3kiCi-6EkIuKhExZC-tcNQy85ZWd0oehoj3L0QFnfx4_1IoLX_GIgjk_LCFC_hOdAZkC2ww2w8eVcJjyagIgrwcQkasjBV5aKYC1fpspw/s4640/IMG_20240131_092053.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmr1lvlY2u4P8DfR1IhTkxO4amOV2G-f1kheucMS1G_TzZFulO0IG_YILUN7SVbp2CKBcl3FxDMlUqog10R3kiCi-6EkIuKhExZC-tcNQy85ZWd0oehoj3L0QFnfx4_1IoLX_GIgjk_LCFC_hOdAZkC2ww2w8eVcJjyagIgrwcQkasjBV5aKYC1fpspw/w200-h149/IMG_20240131_092053.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://voca.ro/11RmFknIu7sq">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">I’ve just seen eight fawns </div><div style="text-align: left;">in the field, it’s Imbolc </div><div style="text-align: left;">and I pray that it is a good sign for all </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I know the stars foresee gloom </div><div style="text-align: left;">and there’s not any good clue </div><div style="text-align: left;">so I pray that can change it all </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Imbolc is the feast </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that can sweeten the grief </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>giving some hope </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>with a white storm </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The frozen sacred clearing </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>surrounded by the woods </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>but in the air there is </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>the spring with its new mood </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Then the fawns are disappeared </div><div style="text-align: left;">in a way that is not clear </div><div style="text-align: left;">suddenly they were here and they are no more </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">You say that it is a sign </div><div style="text-align: left;">the dimensions are still tied </div><div style="text-align: left;">and today only today the passage is wide open </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Imbolc is the feast </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that can sweeten the grief </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>giving some hope </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>with a white storm </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The frozen sacred clearing </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>surrounded by the woods </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>but in the air there is </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>the spring with its new mood
</i></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-73248084388905194752024-01-29T17:16:00.006+01:002024-01-29T17:16:25.196+01:00Siglumaðr *<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBKd3k028ylbjDU04TqrS8woqYMrzVuKK0Q9pzI7kb1Gr2JAEU9_gXj-ZXZVPPiwcw_IKQZ8CMqT8CGDAaZLdLEEjHVax_YFcQjXpJOSGU3XfgXeqsdcADo9LFuwqQeqk6jJm9aSVF-NEZvK2sYDAiYbwtl0yrr3ZHDV77BreDCb3Zm7iW15ir0qn2w/s4640/IMG_20240128_214039.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBKd3k028ylbjDU04TqrS8woqYMrzVuKK0Q9pzI7kb1Gr2JAEU9_gXj-ZXZVPPiwcw_IKQZ8CMqT8CGDAaZLdLEEjHVax_YFcQjXpJOSGU3XfgXeqsdcADo9LFuwqQeqk6jJm9aSVF-NEZvK2sYDAiYbwtl0yrr3ZHDV77BreDCb3Zm7iW15ir0qn2w/w200-h149/IMG_20240128_214039.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">Nei giorni della luna</div><div style="text-align: left;">la casa si è spenta</div><div style="text-align: left;">per assorbir la luce</div><div style="text-align: left;">diafana e rituale</div><div style="text-align: left;">lasciando le stelle</div><div style="text-align: left;">di meraviglia mute. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">In queste notti </div><div style="text-align: left;">di mezzo inverno</div><div style="text-align: left;">la casa è una nave</div><div style="text-align: left;">che viaggia silente</div><div style="text-align: left;">tra le onde appuntite</div><div style="text-align: left;">del vento gelido. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">E allora io sono</div><div style="text-align: left;">timoniere insonne</div><div style="text-align: left;">che ingoia le ore</div><div style="text-align: left;">una dopo l'altra </div><div style="text-align: left;">fino al molo dell'alba</div><div style="text-align: left;">terra promessa. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">* "Navigatore" in antica lingua norrena</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-52946144809041205742024-01-25T15:32:00.013+01:002024-01-25T18:30:09.908+01:00Sembrava libertà<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFON5yVUdvU2ArXimAIK1HPF5XO0TdXhI9i9AalOB6h4nFbf0fRZN7Now3gAOT7SDa-n2UEVcnGzUkue4UoPRx5IC1LnFGdeaWuvHYMZfc5aDIthvpfNQaiPHRp_4AKmJVp5IDueQ-hWP10boK2bd3ja6sgKAnMVsKuhmkZ9vFYdp6YWjXQDosMlQMqg/s680/DSCF0601.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="680" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFON5yVUdvU2ArXimAIK1HPF5XO0TdXhI9i9AalOB6h4nFbf0fRZN7Now3gAOT7SDa-n2UEVcnGzUkue4UoPRx5IC1LnFGdeaWuvHYMZfc5aDIthvpfNQaiPHRp_4AKmJVp5IDueQ-hWP10boK2bd3ja6sgKAnMVsKuhmkZ9vFYdp6YWjXQDosMlQMqg/w200-h133/DSCF0601.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Ti ricordi quei giorni </div><div style="text-align: left;">di cammin sulle colline </div><div style="text-align: left;">fino a tarda sera </div><div style="text-align: left;">o di mattina presto? </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Sembrava libertà! </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Ora seguo i sentieri </div><div style="text-align: left;">delle rughe sul mio viso </div><div style="text-align: left;">e conto lacrime </div><div style="text-align: left;">non gocce di rugiada.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-61176221672832274382024-01-24T17:11:00.018+01:002024-01-24T17:12:28.682+01:00Gennaio sgocciola<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVliePCbNTupIaPFEVCeayQIj8kfBqqCX0Qre3vFMZq6hpLg302Jfr2SgIFtrcbb0mTvTk5gJdAgbR1fwl2ucwO2R9gMy3tjq65mmi3lmqt6THCTJjv-QBoAkplCCTlsLlfcT-xUk6I8aDORtMG8a_jnnCXIxozfI-oI7rMSFjiemiLB4uxJNYyj7Dkw/s4640/IMG_20240123_164137.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVliePCbNTupIaPFEVCeayQIj8kfBqqCX0Qre3vFMZq6hpLg302Jfr2SgIFtrcbb0mTvTk5gJdAgbR1fwl2ucwO2R9gMy3tjq65mmi3lmqt6THCTJjv-QBoAkplCCTlsLlfcT-xUk6I8aDORtMG8a_jnnCXIxozfI-oI7rMSFjiemiLB4uxJNYyj7Dkw/w200-h149/IMG_20240123_164137.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">Gennaio sgocciola</div><div style="text-align: left;">giorno dopo giorno </div><div style="text-align: left;">e già qualche dio</div><div style="text-align: left;">promette primavera</div><div style="text-align: left;">con voce flebile </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Il sole morente</div><div style="text-align: left;">dietro la grande quercia</div><div style="text-align: left;">incanta il cristallino</div><div style="text-align: left;">dei miei occhi, stanchi</div><div style="text-align: left;">di osservare il nulla </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Pur se al di là del mare</div><div style="text-align: left;">e oltre le montagne</div><div style="text-align: left;">il boato delle bombe</div><div style="text-align: left;">incalza il mio cuore</div><div style="text-align: left;">e congela il sogno </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">della pace.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-2908409223464826552024-01-22T18:52:00.006+01:002024-01-22T18:52:30.702+01:00Windowsun<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHaz_gT6L6vRRhvEO3rcIAqe8988XJt55xyV9CApM_4jtGGftUvaLnTEnQtKsCsFoGED-8tvPTzWkhjbdlf7wT3389uHU4mUFzV3A2am8f9NRrMRwTgJkPz9NdsTix4JahgQMk0SRSbJi1uikyzuUqML1OUYEdr4Mbg3cy34CNz5PTtZ5ZhZDdXogrQ/s1440/IMG_20240120_080524_722.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHaz_gT6L6vRRhvEO3rcIAqe8988XJt55xyV9CApM_4jtGGftUvaLnTEnQtKsCsFoGED-8tvPTzWkhjbdlf7wT3389uHU4mUFzV3A2am8f9NRrMRwTgJkPz9NdsTix4JahgQMk0SRSbJi1uikyzuUqML1OUYEdr4Mbg3cy34CNz5PTtZ5ZhZDdXogrQ/w200-h200/IMG_20240120_080524_722.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">La finestra del sole </div><div style="text-align: left;">sulla valle gelata </div><div style="text-align: left;">arco a sesto acuto </div><div style="text-align: left;">indizio di alterità </div><div style="text-align: left;">il Dio di Abramo </div><div style="text-align: left;">che squarcia il deserto.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-40341833222667383262024-01-10T15:35:00.001+01:002024-01-10T15:35:07.110+01:00La notte è come l'elleboro<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEL6VnzZcbicrdXNvoGAq4MJth6DA5XO8n93fg1S-1Cab7u3dpVLmUL3W_AMvFy7o6nIbCgcVUKLXa5hl1jOZb4xMa9L8nO8fWPN3GDRCrQq4UhwkXLZHyc9LMFhNuoW7UJshN4UnynNHJt_xt7QviInRtTRdvjuKAQC6PH0uyRSHcSOiRpt1sjxrPKw/s1801/IMG-daf5f680bc079efcb5c53f558d832ffb-V.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1801" data-original-width="812" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEL6VnzZcbicrdXNvoGAq4MJth6DA5XO8n93fg1S-1Cab7u3dpVLmUL3W_AMvFy7o6nIbCgcVUKLXa5hl1jOZb4xMa9L8nO8fWPN3GDRCrQq4UhwkXLZHyc9LMFhNuoW7UJshN4UnynNHJt_xt7QviInRtTRdvjuKAQC6PH0uyRSHcSOiRpt1sjxrPKw/w90-h200/IMG-daf5f680bc079efcb5c53f558d832ffb-V.jpg" width="90" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Tanti piccoli petali rossi </div><div style="text-align: left;">il suono circoscritto del bosco </div><div style="text-align: left;">che penetra attraverso </div><div style="text-align: left;">i miei capelli </div><div style="text-align: left;">neri e bianchi.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Perché la storia stanca </div><div style="text-align: left;">non lascia vivere </div><div style="text-align: left;">il presente. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">E la notte
è come l'elleboro </div><div style="text-align: left;">bellissima </div><div style="text-align: left;">tossica.
</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-64604699777704012182023-12-31T15:22:00.001+01:002023-12-31T15:22:19.803+01:00Ghost flowers<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWQC8yhzCI6zvlaHCYYtZApmrIOfLY3h_4t9MrW1V6qamElVyaJJGbDikYaSiPdphdY8RQCA2BDY-lm4UxAngKIAwzGlX4XwWxKQQ5bbAoOsH4GHPcWDPQlG6jDmXeokrkHQnns9DuGYsb4olJ_dvLultHV0tN2Zj8nZUw8mCVtfiMjZmFszC5_MOBg/s4640/IMG_20231231_151031.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWQC8yhzCI6zvlaHCYYtZApmrIOfLY3h_4t9MrW1V6qamElVyaJJGbDikYaSiPdphdY8RQCA2BDY-lm4UxAngKIAwzGlX4XwWxKQQ5bbAoOsH4GHPcWDPQlG6jDmXeokrkHQnns9DuGYsb4olJ_dvLultHV0tN2Zj8nZUw8mCVtfiMjZmFszC5_MOBg/w200-h149/IMG_20231231_151031.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://voca.ro/11qAN5JxPlEs">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Is there a reason </div><div>is there a reason </div><div>why am I still so poor? </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe it’s because </div><div>I am not able </div><div>to follow all the rules </div><div><br /></div><div><i>But I have got </i></div><div><i>ghost flowers in my hands </i></div><div><i>to celebrate
the year is going to end </i></div><div><i>with the same rituals </i></div><div><i>that make us quiet about the future </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Yes I have got </i></div><div><i>ghost flowers in my hands </i></div><div><i>you cannot see </i></div><div><i>but they are flash red </i></div><div><i>it’s not the same ritual </i></div><div><i>I am so different and I fear future </i></div><div><br /></div><div>People are talking </div><div>as they are knowing </div><div>of me everything and all </div><div><br /></div><div>But it is not </div><div>possible at all </div><div>as even me I don’t know </div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>But I have got </i></div><div><i>ghost flowers in my hands </i></div><div><i>to celebrate the year is going to end </i></div><div><i>with the same rituals </i></div><div><i>that make us quiet about the future </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Yes I have got </i></div><div><i>ghost flowers in my hands </i></div><div><i>you cannot see </i></div><div><i>but they are flash red </i></div><div><i>it’s not the same ritual </i></div><div><i>I am so different and I fear future </i></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I am alone </div><div>I am alone </div><div>But I can still create </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-59572793287059429002023-12-30T07:00:00.004+01:002023-12-30T07:00:00.141+01:00The path was closed <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFrAynAt2cQ4FEeoyXAn33yev0sLTJTM50_fZnF1G972_pB8KnI-7OVgELLRkUERJbEXJUsOHTOym5dSc9rrVDqCDVNNdkaeU4_a3Okfb9NNweJ6_FwIVbLcpDu42-BNO0tbVw8FcT9w90d_5u8U3X29ze_Kn84OWpKwBCC8EpHvmhTg8KoiSrSuvICQ/s1440/IMG_20231224_111651_634.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFrAynAt2cQ4FEeoyXAn33yev0sLTJTM50_fZnF1G972_pB8KnI-7OVgELLRkUERJbEXJUsOHTOym5dSc9rrVDqCDVNNdkaeU4_a3Okfb9NNweJ6_FwIVbLcpDu42-BNO0tbVw8FcT9w90d_5u8U3X29ze_Kn84OWpKwBCC8EpHvmhTg8KoiSrSuvICQ/w200-h200/IMG_20231224_111651_634.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://voca.ro/19neE9j0Twka">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The path was closed </div><div>by a piece of wood </div><div>and I wait for you </div><div>for a sign to pass through </div><div><br /></div><div>The path was closed </div><div>to reach the mistletoe </div><div>I need to go on </div><div>to bless my future </div><div><br /></div><div><i>After the passage all the paths seem so confused </i></div><div><i>and every step a new direction I’ve to chose </i></div><div><i>there were still several possibilities </i></div><div><i>as it will be the life along the new year </i></div><div><br /></div><div>The path was closed </div><div>and there was no word </div><div>that can be told
to make me sure </div><div><br /></div><div>That I can go on </div><div>to find the mistletoe </div><div>the ancient gold </div><div>of the druids’ world </div><div><br /></div><div><i>After the passage all the paths seem so confused </i></div><div><i>and every step a new direction I’ve to chose </i></div><div><i>there were still several possibilities </i></div><div><i>as it will be the life along the new year</i></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-14287392958278406162023-12-29T11:00:00.001+01:002023-12-29T11:00:26.618+01:00Christmas it is the Solstice<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgyNQBdpK6Co7Bf5FlDZQVsUxaFwlJzAQ5pfLvIGiJw-iJ4n3ctcJ8CuveCWWPRA1Lms5Va-Icpx4W6ot7FHtSR9R2jZe0asfNBSF8mNd25hRYEWQUFPsb6yivoYFO3LMBhk3f3jgArx-901onvvcAJr_pgmoAi9bTR5vp8xYe98mESnZblMgs08buA/s4640/IMG_20231224_154053.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4640" data-original-width="3472" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgyNQBdpK6Co7Bf5FlDZQVsUxaFwlJzAQ5pfLvIGiJw-iJ4n3ctcJ8CuveCWWPRA1Lms5Va-Icpx4W6ot7FHtSR9R2jZe0asfNBSF8mNd25hRYEWQUFPsb6yivoYFO3LMBhk3f3jgArx-901onvvcAJr_pgmoAi9bTR5vp8xYe98mESnZblMgs08buA/w149-h200/IMG_20231224_154053.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><a href="https://voca.ro/1hWV4lulGuvP">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a><br /><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It is a ritual day </div><div>no matter which is your faith </div><div>only in the woods can be my way </div><div><br /></div><div>It seems a springtime day </div><div>but winter begins today </div><div>and I feel the warmth over my veins </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Christmas it is the Solstice </i></div><div><i>Solstice it is the Christmas </i></div><div><i>and we are here only to be grateful </i></div><div><i>for the new life that soon will cover us </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Christmas it is the Solstice </i></div><div><i>Solstice it is the Christmas </i></div><div><i>it is just a matter of chosen words </i></div><div><i>if only people can understand the love</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>It is Christmas eve </div><div>I feel inside the beat </div><div>of the new light born in the east </div><div><br /></div><div>Nearby the dried creek </div><div>I promise I can be </div><div>something of new if I resist </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Christmas it is the Solstice </i></div><div><i>Solstice it is the Christmas </i></div><div><i>and we are here only to be grateful </i></div><div><i>for the new life that soon will cover us </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Christmas it is the Solstice </i></div><div><i>Solstice it is the Christmas </i></div><div><i>it is just a matter of chosen words </i></div><div><i>if only people can understand the love
</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">24th December</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-16574662607804032102023-12-22T15:29:00.004+01:002023-12-22T15:29:15.378+01:00Gümsèl *<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6DLqUwg4HqWpusLjDOVTaN8CFLwKCRiZla0b3_yzge8xymsq_iKkb2rKFNOLeBvvT1yKMre1VIbSO5v3sfHdSxS7Q-2x_cXplu40aG2xcmTfEJshfYVLbpj5adnsofHVtYLbMcbgBwuNjWTrBUhDKHZUIhqqlhlq_uMbUjYeuOrqcY-eC7ToA0PwXQ/s4640/IMG_20231118_075751.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4640" data-original-width="3472" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6DLqUwg4HqWpusLjDOVTaN8CFLwKCRiZla0b3_yzge8xymsq_iKkb2rKFNOLeBvvT1yKMre1VIbSO5v3sfHdSxS7Q-2x_cXplu40aG2xcmTfEJshfYVLbpj5adnsofHVtYLbMcbgBwuNjWTrBUhDKHZUIhqqlhlq_uMbUjYeuOrqcY-eC7ToA0PwXQ/w149-h200/IMG_20231118_075751.jpg" width="149" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">Ho acceso il fuoco </div><div style="text-align: left;">nell’istante esatto </div><div style="text-align: left;">del sorgere armonico </div><div style="text-align: left;">del sole a sud est </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Ho percorso una strada </div><div style="text-align: left;">in irta salita </div><div style="text-align: left;">tenacemente diretta </div><div style="text-align: left;">alla luna in falce </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Poi il vento caldo </div><div style="text-align: left;">del sud innamorato </div><div style="text-align: left;">ha sconvolto il mondo </div><div style="text-align: left;">il primo giorno d’inverno </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">E ho visto le foglie </div><div style="text-align: left;">scappare dal nord </div><div style="text-align: left;">verso i miei passi </div><div style="text-align: left;">incerti d’afflizione </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Siamo tutti fili </div><div style="text-align: left;">dello stesso gomitolo </div><div style="text-align: left;">che si srotola lasciando </div><div style="text-align: left;">la vita nuda </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">* “Gomitolo” in dialetto modenese
</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-2208665476582594502023-12-14T18:31:00.003+01:002023-12-14T18:36:49.031+01:00Bormana<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhB7ZI6dKq3EJURfICqRwfycGAbhnqXPNhlUEgh4jJUAcn827jOikXsYB2W34b5kLZlLAXhuknhgPZntbcCT_cQViDxTeQn3lQC5ZpTNbb3qPQIK7fqgk4G1RkQoyw5fAgdodq0WXdM1w_1pAK0oyFRYrDWc6nuN_lwot71xlD99z9GwSOz8geb1lBPw/s3472/IMG_20231201_171523_681.webp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="3472" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhB7ZI6dKq3EJURfICqRwfycGAbhnqXPNhlUEgh4jJUAcn827jOikXsYB2W34b5kLZlLAXhuknhgPZntbcCT_cQViDxTeQn3lQC5ZpTNbb3qPQIK7fqgk4G1RkQoyw5fAgdodq0WXdM1w_1pAK0oyFRYrDWc6nuN_lwot71xlD99z9GwSOz8geb1lBPw/w200-h200/IMG_20231201_171523_681.webp" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://voca.ro/12s2YKlX2Mr7">LISTEN TO / ASCOLTA</a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p></p>Are you the spirit of the fog? </div><div>I hear your steps as the rain falls </div><div>I see your traces on the road </div><div>first after me and than before </div><div><br /></div><div>I know your name is an old word </div><div>that I can find back in my soul </div><div>you are a demon not a god </div><div>for those who don’t believe at all </div><div><br /></div><div>I feel you’re a female ghost </div><div>in our land since the ancient world </div><div>you bring away and back the fog </div><div>during the time of only a song </div><div><br /></div><div>“Bormana”* was the former blow </div><div>they used in early times to call </div><div>the goddess of water and fog </div><div>maybe it’s “Borda” here along
</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">* Bordana era la dea celtica dell'acqua, probabilmente ispiratrice di entità sovrannaturali successive come Borda, una creatura tipica dell'Emilia Romagna.</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-34565376972919629592023-12-13T12:42:00.006+01:002023-12-13T12:42:47.144+01:00At the bottom<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVCflyPWmorNqc6P7REINi7fiV8kny7OeJ8-NueKZaNq_rS4WHCv-WsHJSgkyiZdgVjVJuf4ILrdZn_I9U75-_uE4NvoWSZTmc0jOIt3GRb5heCUPe_qwfzf9OkI7eIEWHFFoszbGvqnCrN3j45zBNKkxPlzbHoL9GoG-Ogx0VmzJvbPoGlWxnZDCww/s4640/IMG_20231203_170231.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVCflyPWmorNqc6P7REINi7fiV8kny7OeJ8-NueKZaNq_rS4WHCv-WsHJSgkyiZdgVjVJuf4ILrdZn_I9U75-_uE4NvoWSZTmc0jOIt3GRb5heCUPe_qwfzf9OkI7eIEWHFFoszbGvqnCrN3j45zBNKkxPlzbHoL9GoG-Ogx0VmzJvbPoGlWxnZDCww/s200/IMG_20231203_170231.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p> </p><p> <a href="https://voca.ro/1oN3izfyPhnR"> LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">We are almost
at the bottom, at the bottom
of the light </div><div style="text-align: left;">I am almost
at the bottom, at the bottom
of my life </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">How many days can I resist this way? </div><div style="text-align: left;">I am a warrior in the mist fading away </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">It's no more the
time to ignore, that I am
into a well </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">I’ve forgotten
there is some light, over there
and in my head </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>How many days can I resist this way? </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I am a warrior in the mist fading away </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I know I’m alone </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>outside there’s the snow </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>in this place I have chosen to stay sore </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>What does mean an home </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that does not fight the cold </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>and I am freezing deeply in my soul </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">While my voice
loses power, and my body
becomes old </div><div style="text-align: left;">I’m aware
I cannot be, everything
that I did want </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>How many days can I resist this way? </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I am a warrior in the mist fading away </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I know I’m alone </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>outside there’s the snow </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>in this place I have chosen to stay sore </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>What does mean an home </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that does not fight the cold </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>and I am freezing deeply in my soul
</i></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-41975679260032490252023-12-11T18:32:00.012+01:002023-12-11T18:32:58.622+01:00Appena dopo<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyC8YmuRswxF9B2nkKkLRDcHxiB9hQ6f_M0wTmsWcDhDj5EiqF0Baj6hBmYl8IOSDMrfUwUX2bxtmI7Znmws8C1UftFt-CCKAT9xpFzVcGjg4mRdVxjpAdmEh2vy_WZnU6vGGQGcaFoXHF_I55LLWHPOpRQzGBMl_anmjevbSLEKTWf5gvNNFiv9hFdw/s4640/IMG_20231209_152245.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyC8YmuRswxF9B2nkKkLRDcHxiB9hQ6f_M0wTmsWcDhDj5EiqF0Baj6hBmYl8IOSDMrfUwUX2bxtmI7Znmws8C1UftFt-CCKAT9xpFzVcGjg4mRdVxjpAdmEh2vy_WZnU6vGGQGcaFoXHF_I55LLWHPOpRQzGBMl_anmjevbSLEKTWf5gvNNFiv9hFdw/s200/IMG_20231209_152245.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Il sole è arrivato </div><div style="text-align: left;"> appena dopo </div><div style="text-align: left;"> la mia partenza. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Vorrei avere la tua mente </div><div style="text-align: left;"> pratica e definita </div><div style="text-align: left;"> capace di chiudersi </div><div style="text-align: left;"> e trovare rifugio </div><div style="text-align: left;"> nel lavoro astemio </div><div style="text-align: left;"> delle tue mani.
</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-43862486386873812952023-11-30T17:26:00.013+01:002023-11-30T17:26:56.154+01:00Sioc *<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PinfQVnlxIkCqn6AUGUDWBA911p9xLtYUtoin48eZ_usuZSzYDPHzrk7-dU6OFjR7fm0qDbnAQkaOG9J3IjaJvJHldflq7VEahuL9Q1Qxchk9hDvuQt4M9_hmC-fsjKd41SWpbkC8EcVO0uVlduLwO5aiGqfH7Jzlx55wVFTUqsMBeZaYyN-8-40Lw/s1440/406328880_10230375496760150_3564264410845748811_n.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PinfQVnlxIkCqn6AUGUDWBA911p9xLtYUtoin48eZ_usuZSzYDPHzrk7-dU6OFjR7fm0qDbnAQkaOG9J3IjaJvJHldflq7VEahuL9Q1Qxchk9hDvuQt4M9_hmC-fsjKd41SWpbkC8EcVO0uVlduLwO5aiGqfH7Jzlx55wVFTUqsMBeZaYyN-8-40Lw/s200/406328880_10230375496760150_3564264410845748811_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;"> Il gelo corteggia i muri </div><div style="text-align: left;"> della casa antica </div><div style="text-align: left;"> le lunghe dita fredde </div><div style="text-align: left;"> solleticano le pietre </div><div style="text-align: left;"> cercano fessure </div><div style="text-align: left;"> attraverso cui </div><div style="text-align: left;"> sussurrare ancora </div><div style="text-align: left;"> la bellezza ancestrale </div><div style="text-align: left;"> della morte. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">* "gelo" in gaelico irlandese</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-68617339076963252152023-11-02T17:52:00.001+01:002023-11-02T17:52:35.084+01:00The Samhain oath <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJUfASWaU1qjPeIF4ktMkWC85W5PEEtRArxeWgZO9HATtE66YxEEOmkNpXD56btPFvtx24OCNcjd7QAdb3-WAV9DtpGt3qDRkD2usd3sjrU-JD2RCgYgff0a6x7dWr5d4lT23W9IBPG_sTM1TflaG8XwaWboKBA2j3ssTWHKnlnmph67-7TxsMZWv_pw/s4640/IMG_20231031_1733005.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJUfASWaU1qjPeIF4ktMkWC85W5PEEtRArxeWgZO9HATtE66YxEEOmkNpXD56btPFvtx24OCNcjd7QAdb3-WAV9DtpGt3qDRkD2usd3sjrU-JD2RCgYgff0a6x7dWr5d4lT23W9IBPG_sTM1TflaG8XwaWboKBA2j3ssTWHKnlnmph67-7TxsMZWv_pw/s200/IMG_20231031_1733005.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p> </p><p> <a href="https://voca.ro/1mDOsTquCS3s">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">I watch the smoke </div><div style="text-align: left;">under the north </div><div style="text-align: left;">the wind is cold </div><div style="text-align: left;">I cure my thoughts </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I keep some hopes </div><div style="text-align: left;">in my old notes </div><div style="text-align: left;">I can’t have faults </div><div style="text-align: left;">if I am strong </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Samhain is the only moment </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that cuts the time </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>it’s dark and bright </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Samhain is always the owner </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>of evil and right </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>no need to lie </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>And I keep resisting </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>without any power </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>ignoring my instinct </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>putting out my fire </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>again </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I only know </div><div style="text-align: left;">which is my home </div><div style="text-align: left;">when comes the cold </div><div style="text-align: left;">in this old shore </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">There is a word </div><div style="text-align: left;">from the ancient world </div><div style="text-align: left;">that touches souls </div><div style="text-align: left;">the Samhain oath </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Samhain is the only moment </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>that cuts the time </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>it’s dark and bright </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Samhain is always the owner </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>of evil and right </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>no need to lie </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>And I keep resisting </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>without any power </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>ignoring my instinct </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>putting out my fire </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>again
</i></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-81000000261965841082023-10-17T00:00:00.001+02:002023-10-17T00:00:00.152+02:00Sono morto pian piano<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DkrsMoyqk1TVsVrtSMoLD7Mt5nccaafU43Ejf6rnkujOnh3KO98iTKAh6wQBRFRjjRAfTP-wr4g9TD_CBrN2n_vPKN_d2d5nfNXsQJE7_MSLF88_QEotBeYu8cudEJkR7o3jjfoewmO5xSSn21RkKcVEf-Ks095DLU-pnPcha4mVEF7hOK2ieNXVEA/s4640/IMG_20231014_074034.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DkrsMoyqk1TVsVrtSMoLD7Mt5nccaafU43Ejf6rnkujOnh3KO98iTKAh6wQBRFRjjRAfTP-wr4g9TD_CBrN2n_vPKN_d2d5nfNXsQJE7_MSLF88_QEotBeYu8cudEJkR7o3jjfoewmO5xSSn21RkKcVEf-Ks095DLU-pnPcha4mVEF7hOK2ieNXVEA/s200/IMG_20231014_074034.jpg" width="200" /></a> <br /></div><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">Sono morto pian piano</div><div style="text-align: left;">mentre l'alba spuntava</div><div style="text-align: left;">tra le colline a sud est</div><div style="text-align: left;">il sole cresceva </div><div style="text-align: left;">io mi eclissavo</div><div style="text-align: left;">nel caldo abbraccio</div><div style="text-align: left;">dell'acqua </div><div style="text-align: left;">sempre più rossa</div><div style="text-align: left;">illuminata dai primi raggi</div><div style="text-align: left;">di un sabato qualunque. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Il suono di un pianoforte</div><div style="text-align: left;">a coprire il silenzio</div><div style="text-align: left;">il cuore ormai arreso</div><div style="text-align: left;">come un pesce senza più</div><div style="text-align: left;">acqua. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Ho sentito uscire</div><div style="text-align: left;">assieme al sangue</div><div style="text-align: left;">i dilemmi insoluti</div><div style="text-align: left;">le lacrime mai sgorgate </div><div style="text-align: left;">gli uomini che forse</div><div style="text-align: left;">sarei potuto essere...</div><div style="text-align: left;">finalmente liberi. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Il rituale più intenso,</div><div style="text-align: left;">quello della morte.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-86000778880360573692023-10-16T15:04:00.007+02:002023-10-16T15:05:30.132+02:00Then I open all the windows in the house<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LDxjbYBCep5oDMbWBkSk_Y_y6JBFkfjF0koxJv7gaQI8GEB_nUQHUuGhyphenhyphenOvTTzjhjasdDveiv9Na9hSuOL-FUVb2FFQ2_S0Y8K2vDoP7dy9KUv2hLSckwnNMKGAiWUHNaavwnWu0sLlp7D-7T1HRB41rHlzP9iL8f_PSM97gv6BrRwIxcuqd7LusKA/s4640/IMG_20230919_184244.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LDxjbYBCep5oDMbWBkSk_Y_y6JBFkfjF0koxJv7gaQI8GEB_nUQHUuGhyphenhyphenOvTTzjhjasdDveiv9Na9hSuOL-FUVb2FFQ2_S0Y8K2vDoP7dy9KUv2hLSckwnNMKGAiWUHNaavwnWu0sLlp7D-7T1HRB41rHlzP9iL8f_PSM97gv6BrRwIxcuqd7LusKA/s200/IMG_20230919_184244.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p> </p><p><a href="https://voca.ro/127PqXidhKr6">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA </a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">In this afternoon </div><div style="text-align: left;">outside the wind blows </div><div style="text-align: left;">pushing away the summer </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">And the new autumn's </div><div style="text-align: left;">knocking at the door </div><div style="text-align: left;">so I feel cold I need fire </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Maybe the solution is </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>some hot water to sink </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>inside my body and my soul </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Then I open all the windows in the house </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>and I let the wind blessing all around </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>this is what I need to rebuild myself </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>to invite to join me some no sense </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Balance in the wood </div><div style="text-align: left;">and along the fields </div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm on the ground I need a ladder </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">To reach a new sky </div><div style="text-align: left;">as Jacob did I </div><div style="text-align: left;">can dream God the highest </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Maybe the solution is </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>some hot water to sink </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>inside my body and my soul </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Then I open all the windows in the house </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>and I let the wind blessing all around </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>this is what I need to rebuild myself </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>to invite to join me some no sense </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>23rd September 2023 <br /></i></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-46855158800877440062023-09-29T14:03:00.002+02:002023-09-29T14:03:14.815+02:00Fredd'alba<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dEL_J_uYB-hn1zcV3UOfaUmhFJjIQMMDiolez2-Ry03s2Gfg2T8fGIPDldvyIaTq8nzrtrozOzNCCtrW6_Npi42D69W5Le9H4jPvieMEePND0UMg0FvM6VxOMoUCnSx_PxVa7HbblBuoxwfLfsJwkFzF908H3nQlIDLOERW2cgbnuHIKuSd1gUoBeQ/s4640/IMG_20230929_0707309.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dEL_J_uYB-hn1zcV3UOfaUmhFJjIQMMDiolez2-Ry03s2Gfg2T8fGIPDldvyIaTq8nzrtrozOzNCCtrW6_Npi42D69W5Le9H4jPvieMEePND0UMg0FvM6VxOMoUCnSx_PxVa7HbblBuoxwfLfsJwkFzF908H3nQlIDLOERW2cgbnuHIKuSd1gUoBeQ/w200-h149/IMG_20230929_0707309.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p></p>Ho atteso l'alba<div>nell'acqua bollente</div><div>fredd'alba d'autunno</div><div>aculei di luce sul vetro</div><div>e ho seguito i pensieri</div><div>dispersi nel labirinto</div><div>in attesa disperata</div><div>di una via di fuga.</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-26727209373561075122023-09-18T16:17:00.010+02:002023-09-18T16:17:42.894+02:00In & out<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSE2tWXK9JBgSUY-PtVXzx3a5A7GhyydaO5yuqQPuLlkmtU_icmr96P0tNl61XgalaNdOCVaH5BD974J8ZDVMcCX0T9b1dGC_WGNCuhE2NV6Ff6CdtbwEipgRHC1Jhupcyvmf32qCygW6JAcnCsmvXLBFql2j5jYXnBfmJ1M8yj_cSo3hOi2LUPKudSw/s4640/IMG_20230916_094850.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSE2tWXK9JBgSUY-PtVXzx3a5A7GhyydaO5yuqQPuLlkmtU_icmr96P0tNl61XgalaNdOCVaH5BD974J8ZDVMcCX0T9b1dGC_WGNCuhE2NV6Ff6CdtbwEipgRHC1Jhupcyvmf32qCygW6JAcnCsmvXLBFql2j5jYXnBfmJ1M8yj_cSo3hOi2LUPKudSw/s200/IMG_20230916_094850.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> In </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Sentore di sangue </div><div style="text-align: left;"> e disciplina isterica </div><div style="text-align: left;"> nel grigio assolato </div><div style="text-align: left;"> spirale di vetri </div><div style="text-align: left;"> e parole chirurgiche </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Out </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Le ragnatele seguono </div><div style="text-align: left;"> la direzione del vento </div><div style="text-align: left;"> per catturare la vita </div><div style="text-align: left;"> nell’istante esatto </div><div style="text-align: left;">della libertà assoluta
</div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-45715793527464483202023-09-09T08:01:00.010+02:002023-09-09T08:01:40.976+02:00September on the roof<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-cWW_XTWsgq-m-Uqds2Kr_keb966OlBHbIkuUeOr3tNj6JurCDj3oYS9ouwlMcCMIB_f6qWxiadNRvJ9tAIHA14k296SAxrvYh7S509F1L_52GtdjXN3SRGTuUhvrEEtb4r9KQp78vXcNN5SG2HzeuGNKMZEyj4r_DxqfcYHAGo5TiQhcBjE_xHx6g/s3472/IMG_20230903_193622_563.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="3472" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-cWW_XTWsgq-m-Uqds2Kr_keb966OlBHbIkuUeOr3tNj6JurCDj3oYS9ouwlMcCMIB_f6qWxiadNRvJ9tAIHA14k296SAxrvYh7S509F1L_52GtdjXN3SRGTuUhvrEEtb4r9KQp78vXcNN5SG2HzeuGNKMZEyj4r_DxqfcYHAGo5TiQhcBjE_xHx6g/w200-h200/IMG_20230903_193622_563.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://voca.ro/1bUtaWxfiVAM">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>First of september
what a day for me </div><div>it makes me remember
how life can be weak </div><div>after the sun, there’s the cold wind </div><div>summer has gone though it doesn’t seem </div><div><br /></div><div>First of september
how many words </div><div>I wrote and I’ll ever
write about my thoughts </div><div>that in this day seem to change fastly </div><div>while the wine grapes switch suddenly </div><div><br /></div><div><i>On the roof I get my sunbath </i></div><div><i>maybe the last one </i></div><div><i>I have to choose the next mask </i></div><div><i>I will wear to hide my heart </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It’s the sadness of september </i></div><div><i> I can stay no more surrender </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>And the insects keep the time </i></div><div><i>of the moment they will die </i></div><div><i>so they whisper in my mind </i></div><div><i>the fall we cannot fight </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It’s the sadness of september </i></div><div><i>I can stay no more surrender </i></div><div><br /></div><div>First of september
I have noticed now </div><div>of the sun the last ember’s
behind St Martin Mount </div><div>so that sunset is, in this special time </div><div>just behind its peak, and we lose some light </div><div><br /></div><div><i>On the roof I get my sunbath </i></div><div><i>maybe the last one </i></div><div><i>I have to choose the next mask </i></div><div><i>I will wear to hide my heart </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It’s the sadness of september </i></div><div><i>I can stay no more surrender </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> And the insects keep the time </i></div><div><i>of the moment they will die </i></div><div><i>so they whisper in my mind </i></div><div><i>the fall we cannot fight </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It’s the sadness of september </i></div><div><i> I can stay no more surrender</i></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-19617322835375597702023-09-04T15:38:00.001+02:002023-09-04T15:38:33.312+02:00Caer Ibormeith *<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0MQyNCe6KXMxb6fW2zYs6HC2kd13dbX4m0Gd5OkCK8Hfr_-qW1tpxiGMYoZcxFYUYIHxIwlE4MAd2sn-bCjdWnshBs0MjxV_qhDLtUD9yG8p3Z3MJid3th4g0qn5h3Bw-UFup7B1pg5YzwseQ3a2-eOXNkRNosZXpG8hHqyto_TteYxX8hoseIrU8w/s2615/IMG_20230831_213019_858.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="2615" data-original-width="2615" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0MQyNCe6KXMxb6fW2zYs6HC2kd13dbX4m0Gd5OkCK8Hfr_-qW1tpxiGMYoZcxFYUYIHxIwlE4MAd2sn-bCjdWnshBs0MjxV_qhDLtUD9yG8p3Z3MJid3th4g0qn5h3Bw-UFup7B1pg5YzwseQ3a2-eOXNkRNosZXpG8hHqyto_TteYxX8hoseIrU8w/s200/IMG_20230831_213019_858.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p> </p><div style="text-align: left;"> Ho un cuore chiassoso </div><div style="text-align: left;"> e ipertrofico </div><div style="text-align: left;"> lo copro di stracci </div><div style="text-align: left;"> inzuppati di luna </div><div style="text-align: left;"> per renderlo fradicio </div><div style="text-align: left;"> di silenzio interstiziale </div><div style="text-align: left;"> e poi approssimarlo </div><div style="text-align: left;"> al sonno. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">* Nella mitologia celtica, è la Dea del sonno. La leggenda narra cheil suo canto ebbe l'effetto di far dormire l'intera Irlanda per 3 giorni e 3 notti
</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-21883310743062892572023-08-20T16:49:00.000+02:002023-08-20T16:49:05.128+02:00God says that a snake can change its own shape<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBFt2Gbi0Djl-nfaRoQTJkzBOxc-h5xcR4OE42maR825dBwESohbJQiSvFkJ6nrehoY2PFaFt4VGO7ySFuUIyXjhx6uxXv7UZGovRy8iR4ySVG0YL_Z-TrTJIs0I7RnqJGKoirx4wKp7_Jle37wNKB0oV4zwSGfLQ06mLh2DVFhr7Y0p3LwQVbt4BMA/s4640/IMG_20230722_132218.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBFt2Gbi0Djl-nfaRoQTJkzBOxc-h5xcR4OE42maR825dBwESohbJQiSvFkJ6nrehoY2PFaFt4VGO7ySFuUIyXjhx6uxXv7UZGovRy8iR4ySVG0YL_Z-TrTJIs0I7RnqJGKoirx4wKp7_Jle37wNKB0oV4zwSGfLQ06mLh2DVFhr7Y0p3LwQVbt4BMA/w200-h149/IMG_20230722_132218.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://voca.ro/1xEXVFL3UsOu">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I walk in the sun </div><div>I know she has gone </div><div>I walk towards west </div><div>it’s all so complex </div><div><br /></div><div>It’s another birthday </div><div>placed over my shoulders </div><div>I’ve lost every glory </div><div>already in the morning </div><div><br /></div><div>And after some years of absence </div><div>I look for the authentic essence </div><div>I’ve lost something and </div><div>I gained something else </div><div>it’s a common sense </div><div>or I’ve been beheaded </div><div><br /></div><div>I find my way back </div><div>where all is started </div><div>after years of lack </div><div>I ask for a lap </div><div><br /></div><div>The wood is now burning </div><div>and the trees seem curling </div><div>God says that a snake </div><div>can change its own shape </div><div><br /></div><div>And after some years of sadness </div><div>I try to fulfill my emptiness </div><div> I’ve lost something and </div><div>I gained something else </div><div>it’s a common sense </div><div>or I’ve been beaheaded </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">My 43rd Bday
</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-2278886122752216192023-08-18T21:25:00.004+02:002023-08-20T16:44:47.952+02:00Corona boreale<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02xi_mmYZgUeYqabuxJS27LNdD20g3JhDHuPLmif0QdWYqMqPg0h-olu2xrHsuJNPDidlTRenUY22NAYAdcy51R1gfjjz0zocX8gBf98rLAxMSOTchKDAlGvVz2zu-c1fmKH4oQsoBwpdYJJ7n1Wy89dZUYNADO3kXPy3GZ2Ahd0DIr5Ox3guC4QrKw/s4640/IMG_20230806_211752.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02xi_mmYZgUeYqabuxJS27LNdD20g3JhDHuPLmif0QdWYqMqPg0h-olu2xrHsuJNPDidlTRenUY22NAYAdcy51R1gfjjz0zocX8gBf98rLAxMSOTchKDAlGvVz2zu-c1fmKH4oQsoBwpdYJJ7n1Wy89dZUYNADO3kXPy3GZ2Ahd0DIr5Ox3guC4QrKw/w200-h149/IMG_20230806_211752.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Corona Boreale </div><div>sulle nostre teste </div><div>a perpendicolo </div><div>regalo ad Arianna </div><div>abbandonata*</div><div><br /></div><div>Le stelle suicide </div><div>sono briciole di pane </div><div>per sfamare la fame </div><div>potente nostra </div><div>di assoluto.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">* Secondo la mitologia greca, la costellazione della Corona boreale rappresenta la corona donata da Dioniso ad Arianna dopo l'abbandono di Teseo</span></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1879769440987102755.post-50409003426714288892023-08-07T15:00:00.001+02:002023-08-07T15:00:03.153+02:00This summer that seems autumn<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YyPRq4NpgfiKEkLKY8pOholjNt3tjvuvdKI4qqz7-9-rbQfFQyHsfsEXTmKqD8Nph5Bq5Gwy8pbrLT0SBFGPvB915JzOeLQeFxc4mJ8gg331O3XBN7wbzjFWVbRUHv_Y8uKJxMMZPH_tG2CoL7z2OOFnNIFP9bgXNzvpAWBApo7Ye8KCpRqGjBLeNw/s4640/IMG_20230804_205718.jpg" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YyPRq4NpgfiKEkLKY8pOholjNt3tjvuvdKI4qqz7-9-rbQfFQyHsfsEXTmKqD8Nph5Bq5Gwy8pbrLT0SBFGPvB915JzOeLQeFxc4mJ8gg331O3XBN7wbzjFWVbRUHv_Y8uKJxMMZPH_tG2CoL7z2OOFnNIFP9bgXNzvpAWBApo7Ye8KCpRqGjBLeNw/s200/IMG_20230804_205718.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p> </p><p> <a href="https://voca.ro/14vLspfBOz0y">LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA</a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Many people say </div><div style="text-align: left;">this is Lughnasadh </div><div style="text-align: left;">harvest starts today </div><div style="text-align: left;">but I’ve got nothing </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I don’t know what to say
because I’m afraid </div><div style="text-align: left;">I gathered everything
and wasted it </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">All around the wheel </div><div style="text-align: left;">this would be the feast </div><div style="text-align: left;">to celebrate indeed </div><div style="text-align: left;">in good company </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">But there is no one here
and those ones were </div><div style="text-align: left;">now have gone away
forever </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I’m always alone </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>into the cold </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>of this summer that seems autumn </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>like my life often seems </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>And the past </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>seems to come back </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>while the future disappears </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>with all my good ideas </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Even if I stopped </div><div style="text-align: left;">to celebrate </div><div style="text-align: left;">and from a long time </div><div style="text-align: left;">to write prayers </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I am still here to
take advantage </div><div style="text-align: left;">of every little light
against darkness </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I’m always alone </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>into the cold </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>of this summer that seems autumn </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>like my life often seems </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>And the past </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>seems to come back </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>while the future disappears </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>with all my good ideas </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Lughnasadh 2023 </span><i><br /></i></div>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911358513799806529noreply@blogger.com1