The moon is pregnant

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

The moon is pregnant 

my birthday evening 

I am alone but 

I feel I’m living 

The light comes over 

the highest mountains  

I am becoming old 

repenting thoughts 

What else to say if I don’t know 

where to plunge to find some love 

what else to say if every year 

I find myself so sad but here 

I would like to be pregnant too 

of something that can be my truth 

to comes out from this sea of lies 

and shadows 

I am so far from what I had thought 

I would have been since my youth 

time is ticking now in my gut 

I’m lost 

The moon is pregnant 

I feel so barren 

even the words 

are hard to find 

What else to say if I don’t know 

where to plunge to find some love 

what else to say if every year 

I find myself so sad but here 

I would like to be pregnant too 

of something that can be my truth 

to comes out from this sea of lies 

and shadows 

I am so far from what I had thought 

I would have been since my youth 

time is ticking now in my gut 

I’m lost 

19th August 2021, my birthday

No sprout

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

The leaves are falling dead 

on the dried soil 

I am not falling yet 

I don’t know why 

I hope that can come here 

something stronger than me 

I am stopping to sing 

what will feed me? 

A muckle of grey stones 

covers the burned field 

there is no proper word 

to utter in this wind 

I thought I could outgrow 

all the obstacles 

but I am here alone 

siblings all are gone 

I thought I’d got something 

yes I had got something 

nobody else has got 

I don’t know what it was 

exactly but I know 

it was what made me not desperate 

when I was alone and without hope 

where it’s gone I need now to know 

There is no sprout at all 

in this summer 

the same is in my soul 

I’m seething and cold 

only in the evening 

I can find some peace 

when there is some humming 

of insects courting 

I thought I’d got something 

yes I had got something 

nobody else has got 

I don’t know what it was 

exactly but I know 

it was what made me not desperate 

when I was alone and without hope 

where it’s gone I need now to know

Resistere

 

Resiste il campanile 

pilastro nel vento 

tra vortici d'erba secca 

e segreti distopici

oscurati dal sole

Water and air

 

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With my face on the surface 

of the water of the stream 

suddenly I feel it is 

everything all right 

It caresses oh my skin 

it seems music in the ears 

suddenly there is nothing 

of wrong in my life 

Then, the wind after the rain 

has got a special special name 

it speaks to me like it can always know my fate 

The wind after the rain 

has got a special special taste 

it seems that the summer with autumn has been blended 

It’s the power of the water 

in connection with the air 

no one can threaten my soul 

if I can feel them inside 

Then, the wind after the rain 

has got a special special name 

it speaks to me like it can always know my fate 

The wind after the rain 

has got a special special taste 

it seems that the summer with autumn has been blended

On the border

 

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I have no time to heed my savage side 

I am to busy to catch some life 

that could be the one I wanted before 

that may be the best life at all 

 

I have a life that I am going to sell 

in order to find myself 

I have to outgrow my past times 

during which I thought to be arrived 

 

Are there some moments in this crazy war 

when I can try to be again myself 

and to remember all my past deeds 

without sadness but being happy? 

 

I’m on the border of this big change 

I’m going to lose what I thought I have gained 

and I can’t manage all this sense of waste 

and there’s no one that can show me the way 

 

Without an house I’m going to understand 

what is right to find my utter self 

the essential could be the whole world 

the forbearance the best skill of God 

 

Are there some moments in this crazy war 

when I can try to be again myself 

and to remember all my past deeds 

without sadness but being happy? 

 

I’m on the border of this big change 

I’m going to lose what I thought I have gained 

and I can’t manage all this sense of waste 

and there’s no one that can show me the way 

 

8th June 2021

Rane

 

Il lamento delle rane 

sotto le stelle arcuate 

lontane le voci di seppia 

che scolorano il cielo.

Il salice accarezza

le sponde del vento

i sogni si sbriciolano

nella valle immensa.

Ho bruciato il mio nome

 

Ho bruciato il mio nome 

ultimo sacrificio 

rito di passaggio 

sotto il vecchio noce 

 

Le mie ossa appoggiate 

tra i ricordi accatastati 

nell'attesa distopica 

di un nuovo nido