Immagini in corsa

 

La luna nel cielo in pieno giorno 

l’arcobaleno chiuso del pavone 

i miei polpacci nudi in tensione 

il sole nei solchi del campo arato. 

 

Le immagini raccolte in corsa 

dalla vita che non vuole spegnersi.

It will be the last springtime

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
 

 

 

 

 

 

It is just 

A little taste of spring 

What I feel around me 

 

It is strange 

The winter is still here 

I’ve received a gift 

It’s like a promise to me 

 

I remember 

That always in the dark 

There’s a light growing up 

 

I have lost 

What I have fought for 

But I can gain something more 

 

It’s like an unwritten law 

 

I’m in this little garden 

It will be the last springtime 

I will live here 

Before leaving 

 

Ten years have passed by 

Since when for the first time 

I started to 

Live here for sure 

 

It will be 

Forever in my heart 

this old walnut tree 

 

And the joy 

I had the first time 

I saw this garden so tight 

 

When I said this could be my home 

 

I’m in this little garden 

It will be the last springtime 

I will live here 

Before leaving 

 

Ten years have passed by 

Since when for the first time 

I started to 

Live here for sure

Precarietà

 

In questo feroce turbine 

d'assoluta precarietà 

ho strappato i narcisi 

intenti a sbocciare 

per portarli altrove 

dove già la mia anima 

dimora in mia attesa. 

Non ci sarà primavera 

solo un lungo inverno 

a lambire l'estate.

Felpato di notte

 

La pioggia ha un passo

felpato di notte

mi accorgo in ascolto

di non esser nulla

senza questa terra. 

 

E la mia anima gronda

di lacrime mai versate:

le lascio fluire intatte

nello scroscio potente

del fiume in lontananza.

How the snow can become water

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Water all around 

saturday morning 

I am not allowed  

to have long walking 

but this is exactly what I missed 

yes this is exactly what I need 

How the snow 

can become water 

it is all 

we need to beware 

it's the sign the springtimes is not far 

it's the Imbolc gift for all of us 

Snow is melting down 

into these streams 

here yes I can say 

I am a king 

'cause I feel my home is in this wood 

it can always give me a better mood 

How the snow 

can become water 

it is all 

we need to beware 

it's the sign the springtimes is not far 

it's the Imbolc gift for all of us 

Imbolc 2021

Where is

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Where is where is where is my soul 

and where and where and where is gone 

after years of silence 

I want to know where 

it is 

I feel inside to me hollow 

while by the fireplace I hold 

my past to keep warm 

while future is cold 

so cold 

I look at my face 

and I lit a candle 

to see the lines 

I know I am changed 

but inside I handle 

what is survived 

There is a poem that I loved 

since when I was young and alone 

it told there's a fire 

that survives forever

inside

I look at my face 

and I lit a candle 

to see the lines 

I know I am changed 

but inside I handle 

what is survived

Il fondo

 

Sulla strada inondata 

di luna asettica 

tocco il fondo melmoso 

di un'anima immatura: 

il vento gelido accarezza 

la pelle non più giovane 

lo scroscio del fiume 

sul fondo della valle 

mi ricorda impietoso 

dove sto andando.