Yam *

Sul bordo estremo
del continente
la pelle si stende
sulla pietra nuda
per adorare il sole
del pomeriggio tardo

Ogni sangue può convergere
tutte le lingue e le nazioni
dall’Irlanda ad Israele
accanto all’unico oceano
mare dell’eternità

Il Demiurgo disciolto nelle acque
ricopre le tombe di sale
e riporta gli aborti alla vita.

(Oerias, Portogallo, 13 Aprile 2011)
* "Yam" significa "mare" in ebraico.

Sradicato

Consumo il mio pasto
monosillabico
a cavallo dell’aria

Sono così lontano
dalla terra
da sentirmi
sradicato

Eppure i pensieri
sanno volare veloci
come cimici impazzite
sopra ai fuochi d’estate

(vorrei sentire la corte
serale degli insetti
e riempire ampolle
di scirocco profumato
col movimento sottile
delle mie ciglia sul cielo)


Sul volo per Lisbona – 12 aprile 2011

Early summer

What have I founded
Into this new sky?
Is there something I can hear in the wind?

I have thought it was
Just a bit easier
To grow and to understand a sense.. the sense

But have you noticed?
Winter is finished
And I can’t give a name for this strange spring

I guess I should be
Everyday different
To change myself as this amazing light..this light

And I can call this season early summer
‘cause the sun on my palms is like a brother
My prison’s not yet broken
But I’ve new gods to adore
And all my power is ready to hurt

Now I just shake my reason like the butter
To make esc drops of water from the fire
‘cause the days have no number
And time’s an invention
We are alive only something to learn

And in the garden
I take my pleasure
Watching the rays of sun falling down

I like to think that
Every little ray
It is God’s answer for a prayer.. prayer

And I can call this season early summer
‘cause the sun on my palms is like a brother
My prison’s not yet broken
But I’ve new gods to adore
And all my power is ready to hurt

Now I just shake my reason like the butter
To make esc drops of water from the fire
‘cause the days have no number
And time’s an invention
We are alive only something to learn

Change

Blossoms of the trees are falling
And the wind of change is blowing
On my life
What can I say tonight?

Every things is going to happen
Is made to satisfy the rebel
I’ve inside
What else to say tonight?

Yes change brings always bitterness
Together with some sweetness
As you don’t’ know what to expect

No place for me into this bed
It is become little and bad
But it is my eldest friend

As the old vineyard is showing
With its tears that are now falling
On the soil
Now there’s the new springtime

I’m not sure of what I’m doing
Sometimes I feel I’m a foolish
Sometimes not
So let’s have a try

Yes change brings always bitterness
Together with some sweetness
As you don’t’ know what to expect

No place for me into this bed
It is become little and bad
But it is my eldest friend

Life is again calling

The truth is I’m throwing away my life
Without knowing why
While everyone else is trying
To build something to shine

As I am here always waiting for something

And I am sure there is no mercy
For those ones like me
That always of life are thirsty
But so full of fears

As I was a slave so empty of will

But the life is again calling
Yes life is again calling
And I have
To answer
May be everything is falling
Or somewhere there’s a new glory
But I have
To be there

The blood is now trembling in my veins
Not only for the springtime
I guess something is going to fade
To change again my life

And perhaps I have to pray now for the future

But the life is again calling
Yes life is again calling
And I have
To answer
May be everything is falling
Or somewhere there’s a new glory
But I have
To be there

Cuishle *

Nell’acqua il sangue
trova nuove vie
eco del dolore
che invade tutto

Ricordo quanto il mio sangue
d’ispirazione implodesse
come il cielo con la pioggia
nella primavera più sacra

E l’arte sapeva rendere
ogni oscurità fertile
il sole era il sangue bianco
su sconosciuti oceani

Soltanto perdendo
delle morti il conto
il sangue tornerà
a scorrere fluido.

* “Sangue” in gaelico irlandese

Scent of violets

All the oaks cut down
In front of the graveyard door
Make me think we’re not allowed
To change everything ’n the world

We have lost the value of the sacred over us
So we’re going around without aim, what have we done?

So I can say I am surprised
Looking here around all
‘cause we’re blessed by the new light
In spite of all our faults

So if there’s a God maybe It’s really generous
Giving once again a new spreading season

Scent of violets
Leave behind regrets
‘cause the new Springtime is just coming

I feel inside me the west
Its breath on my chest
And I sing as it was the first time

I live for this

So I wonder what’s the meaning
Of this constant turning wheel
We have not the strength to stop it
‘cause we’re just a part of this

But as all the seasons must return in the right time
So also the offence leave an indelible sing

And there are so many people
Already paying the debt
Rules can’t be changed even little
But we can make a new bet

Refreshing inside us what does it mean being human
And polishing the soul in front of the sun of springtime

Scent of violets
Leave behind regrets
‘cause the new Springtime is just coming

I feel inside me the west
Its breath on my chest
And I sing as it was the first time

I live for this