Come back to this stone

You said you wanted to scream on the stone
scream to the south
scream to the north
say what it is right or wrong

I said I wanted to sing on the stone
under this sun
though it is cold
transforming words in prayers

It is not my fault
it was not my fault
fire come back home
fire come back to this stone

and freed my skin
and freed my soul
and freed my spirit
from all these faults

You said you wanted my challenge for
you you won't be seen
I won't be heard
so that we can reach our Lords

You said you wanted the big ears to go
far from my words
close to your world
so that the big Lord can come back home

It is not my fault
not at all, I know
fire come back home
fire come back to this stone

and freed my skin
and freed my soul
and freed my spirit
from all these faults

Pietra Beretta, 8 dicembre 2018

Come stelle accovacciate

Come stelle accovacciate
in attesa che il sole
ne cancelli ogni traccia
dagli occhi avidi.
Il cuore batte insopportabile
fino dentro alle orecchie
vorrei che si arrestasse
per ascoltare il mio dolore.


Nella foto Le Pleiadi, da http://laportadellestelle.blogspot.com/, scatto di Samuele Pinna

Quasi rimpiango

Urla Cernunno nel bosco dell'ovest
richiama il fuoco, brucia l'inverno
flebile luce sul fondo del pozzo:
mentre con l'anima lecco il tramonto
e il vento gelido allontana il giorno
affondo in un mare di vita assopita.
Quasi rimpiango l'antico potere
di solitudine il dono più grande.

1 dicembre 2018

Suddenly the winter

Suddenly the winter
has come along this weird road
all has become of silver
while what I need is only gold

Suddenly the winter
and sky is made of pearls and ghosts
I feel I need a binder
to collect all my paper thoughts

Under the walnut I 
say prayer to the time 
to let me understand 
who I really am 

'Cause I need to know 
what I want and I don't 
to learn to say yes 
to learn to say no 

Suddenly the winter
and I am going on as boat
made by distracted builders
and now in the middle of a storm

Suddenly the winter
only apologies while I fall
I try to be my heater
but inside I remain so cold

Under the walnut I 
say prayer to the time 
to let me understand 
who I really am 

'Cause I need to know 
what I want and I don't 
to learn to say yes 
to learn to say no

Suddenly the winter
has come along this weird road
all has become of silver
but there is still the surprise of a rose

The song for protection

Yes this is the song for protection
from the west I learn the first lesson
east is the place of the resurrection
north and south are points of holy efforts

The triumph of darkness is so near
please protect myself from the thieves

With this words I call my warmth
that can help me to fight the cold
everybody has come and then gone
I have to think it all by my own

I have asked to me so many things
I have lost of me the inner bliss

I have stopped my tears but I'm weak
in this war I've to ban the fear
this pouring rain a blessing is
I am here to live and not to bleed

No one can reach me if I don't need
no one can hit me if I don't agree

This place is my fort for protection
let show to myself I've learned the lesson!

Like when we danced around the fire

For Samhain we had really passed through
a ritual death facing several proof
since two of us were whom that create the mood
the other one was there to understand who
he is really deep inside
beyond every single lie

So let's behave as 
I was always blind 
to let the faith 
decide for me sometimes 
like when we danced around the fire 
like when we danced around the fire 
that night 

And everything was right while everything was wrong
in front of fire that was so strong
discovering there is under dust some gold
we become aware of our faults
and all the mountains around us
say we can be all that we ask

So let's behave as 
I was always blind 
to let the faith 
decide for me sometimes 
like when we danced around the fire 
like when we danced around the fire 
that night 

1st november 2018

Wyrd *

Il mio respiro tesse
i nodi d'ogni istante
in ogni direzione.
Sono vento luminoso
tra gli spazi geometrici
della tela di Chirone **
La lamina delle palpebre
apre alla luce esterna
e occlude la percezione.


* Concetto tipico della antica cultura anglosassone, con un significato simile a quello di “destino” ma con una accezione molto più ampia e complessa. 
** Nella mitologia greca era un centauro famoso per le sue doti di guaritore.