Sheni *

Il pianoforte racconta 
dalla stanza qui accanto 

d'un pomeriggio piovoso 

e pigro di sospensione 

dopo la seconda Pasqua ** 

per trovare tra le spine 

d'un tempo aggrovigliato 

un'inedita purezza 

antica come il mondo, 

sotto la luna immensa 

al di là delle nuvole 

che insegna a risplendere 

anche se non osservati. 

* “Secondo” in ebraico 

** Pesach Sheni, la seconda Pasqua ebraica. Si tratta di una ricorrenza che si celebra esattamente un mese dopo la tradizionale Pasqua ebraica, dedicata a tutti coloro che non sono riusciti a celebrarla.

Hurly-burly

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I have to remember what I was, to learn what I will become 

I have to remember what I knew, before knowing more   

You said it is my end and that I’m going to drift, ebbing all behind 

That I have only to chose my heir, to give the few I had    

But I don’t agree with you in the sleepless night 

no I don’t believe it is already the time 

to covet the invites to try again to live 

you always have been a doom for me   

During the night your words hurly-burly are 

they burden over me, I’ve got heavy heart 

but I have to brave the possible mistakes 

without being frightened cause of your utterance     

I have to remember  all the times you pushed me in the dark 

I’ve not to surrender to your attempt to make me feel apart 

But I don’t agree with you in the sleepless night 

no I don’t believe it is already the time 

to covet the invites to try again to live 

you always have been a doom for me   

During the night your words hurly-burly are 

they burden over me, I’ve got heavy heart 

but I have to brave the possible mistakes 

without being frightened cause of your utterance

I skim my soul

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

What else to say  if anybody is now praying  

for the coming back of spring  today 

It’s time to erase all my past sad mistakes 

to reckon with a new way I claim   

I skim my soul before it shrivels in the hope 

before marreding all my words to call 

I solemnize  this passage from the night 

into a new bright slide  of life   

Springtime is a part of me 

a sort of old sovereignty 

it suddenly can change my dreams 

and make them clear 

Springtime can remember me  

what I am and what I’ve been 

while I’m trying to bedim 

all my sins   

In early morning I hear birds chirping 

and darkness unwieldy decreases  

I have to outwit  before the time can win 

the best trickster is  its tick    

But how to become cunning when you are 

only a poisoned heart with two arms 

The answer is right into the new spring 

that comes back always draughty  

Springtime is a part of me 

a sort of old sovereignty 

it suddenly can change my dreams 

and make them clear 

Springtime can remember me  

what I am and what I’ve been 

while I’m trying to bedim 

all my sins

23^rd March 2021

Consecrate somehow

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

It seems the middle of autumn, but spring is full here 

I walk among the dead leaves, but flowers hem the hill 

And I can scry through the dark water the time 

So I imbibe every cold drop from the sky 

I need to consecrate somehow my life 

Don’t want to forbid my soul to fly high 

And the only place I can gaze at myself 

It is the wood the most sacred shelter 

I remember when I was a young boy 

When my granny said to smell full of joy 

The smell of the first violets after the rain has blessed the land 

Now I have got inside too much noise 

Continually I dabble in unless toys 

And I see the seers predict only fear if I can’t change that being a wanderer 

Water seems to become lukewarm if I accept 

To let it descend over my body and legs 

So lave my embodiment and I try 

To reach a form that is more purified 

I remember when I was a young boy 

When my granny said to smell full of joy 

The smell of the first violets after the rain has blessed the land 

Now I have got inside too much noise 

Continually I dabble in unless toys 

 And I see the seers predict only fear if I can’t change that being a wanderer

I don’t even know

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t even know, if I’ll have the time 

to learn from my soul, to understand my mind 

I don’t even know, if I’ll have the life 

enough to beget, joy out from the cries 

And I beg my God to be the rain on barren lands 

but I fool among all the false malleable hands 

 

I see around me, people have become 

someone different than who were before 

between the hammer and the anvil I 

ask to myself what I have to try 

if I have to accept the changes as a normal thing 

or if I've to ebb the invite to become someone else 

 

I'd be the fortress my fortress lifeline 

As this old house still standing in time 

My ancient tribes live here they wash away my fear 

 

This is a fortress my fortress to rise 

not only the walls but also inside 

I cannot rumbling I'm almost bursting 

 

I forgot my name, along reckless days 

during which I found many tears and blames 

I have been glorious and then full of shame 

fast as a rocket and then slow as snails 

I believed I had once written over my white bones 

all the sacred meanings and the true sense of my hopes 

 

I'd be the fortress my fortress lifeline 

As this old house still standing in time 

My ancient tribes live here they wash away my fear 

 

This is a fortress my fortress to rise 

not only the walls but also inside 

I cannot rumbling I'm almost bursting

Saighdiúirí *

 

Soldati bianchi di bellezza 

gl'alberi fioriti nella valle 

in mezzo al bosco ancora 

messo a nudo dall'inverno: 

sorreggono lo scudo argenteo 

di un cielo metafisico 

e le lunghe spade rossastre 

dei rovi aggrovigliati. 

* “Soldati” in gaelico irlandese

Tomorrow

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Everything goes 

everything goes 

and I’m a candle that tries to go on 

Everything goes 

while I still hope 

and little earthquakes hit my deepest thoughts    

Tomorrow I will be healthy 

tomorrow I will be strong 

tomorrow I will be happy or, may be not 

Tomorrow I will be a man 

tomorrow I will be a boy 

tomorrow I will be someone or, may be none   

Everything goes 

the place I loved 

I have to abandon somewhere else to go 

Everything goes 

people I loved 

are now the strangers I guess I don’t know 

Tomorrow I will be healthy 

tomorrow I will be strong 

tomorrow I will be happy or, may be not 

Tomorrow I will be a man 

tomorrow I will be a boy 

tomorrow I will be someone or, may be none