It’s a different Beltaine

 

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It’s a different Beltaine 

the clouds fill sky of May 

my life I’m going to change 

and no one is oh really close to me 

 

It’s a different Beltaine 

it seems summer and then the rain 

pours water over my face 

so that the tears cannot be seen on me 

 

And then 

the wind can change 

the mood of a day 

also of Beltaine 

 

And I 

can stop to blame 

and start to pray 

close to dazzling flame 

 

“Thanks for this wind that can make me change dress even if far from the ocean” 

 

It’s a different Beltaine 

I can say I’m not insane 

I am only different 

from everybody else that I have known 

 

And then 

the wind can change 

the mood of a day 

also of Beltaine 

 

And I 

can stop to blame 

and start to pray 

close to dazzling flame 

 

“Thanks for this wind that can make me change dress even if far from the ocean” 

 

30th April 2021

Scompari immenso

 

Sale la marea del sangue 

dal cuore fino agli occhi 

e diviene lacrime 

e tra gli scogli aguzzi 

di ricordi mitocondriali 

singhiozzi inarrestabili: 

scompari immenso 

e lasci una scia 

di poesia assoluta 

dai Monti Iblei 

al cosmo supremo 

e un presagio sacro 

di fine imminente. 

 

18 maggio 2021, a Franco Battiato 

 

La foto è stata scattata a Modena il 28 luglio 2011

La fame del vento

 

La montagna non placa 

la fame del vento 

respiro roboante 

di ventre e di cielo 

di voce e di ossa: 

il silenzio è soltanto 

futuro anteriore.

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

 

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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

 

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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

 

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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