A different face over my head

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m becoming old without knowing 

who I really am where I’m going 

and I know perfectly 

that is the only thing 

important in the life 

 

It would be such a great moment 

if I could only recognize myself 

I could stand everyday older 

but with some really good friends 

 

I would be another man 

with a different face over my head 

it could be the only hand 

that can save me 

from this so sad end 

 

Don’t know how to find some drops of glory 

they say it’s the sign you are falling and 

I feel it so deep  

in my bones on my skin 

everybody see it right 

 

It would be such a great moment 

if I could only recognize myself 

I could stand everyday older 

but with some really good friends 

 

I would be another man 

with a different face over my head 

it could be the only hand 

that can save me 

from this so sad end 

Nonostante

 

Nonostante il sole 

così biondo 

i miei occhi piangono 

fiumi neri 

e accanto ai muscoli 

 - vertigini splendide - 

solo ossa e pelle 

annientati 

dal tempo.

And then a taste of autumn

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTO

Before the storm 

July has brought 

before the storm July 

has brought 

I feel some power in my bones 

I was a ghost 

in the last months 

and yes I know 

that I am lost 

but from the storm I have to learn 

And then a taste of autumn

I feel over my skin 

while my old old poison 

is bringing my defeat 

is it game over? 

I am alone 

in my dried world

I really hope 

the sky can pour 

some rain over all this yellow 

Now some restore 

after the bombs 

the breath of God 

the demons mops 

away from all this burned plateau 

And then a taste of autumn 

I feel over my skin 

while my old old poison 

is bringing my defeat is 

it game over?

Parma 26 giugno

 

Parma mi ricordi 

ancora dopo anni 

quel gusto dolce e amaro 

di ciò che ho ormai perso 

di quello che io forse 

avrei potuto avere 

e ciò che sono stato 

ma che non sarò più. 

Il fiume sotto i ponti 

non ha più alcuna vita 

non acqua solo pietre 

accanto alla movida: 

il simbolo evidente 

del mio presente ostile 

che sterile mi porta 

già verso l'imbrunire.

Appena oltre

 

Appena oltre 

il crinale dell'estate 

le ultime lucciole 

annunciano 

il precipizio della luce 

gli spaventapasseri 

si prostrano 

in preghiera 

verso gli dei dell'ovest 

che presto torneranno 

a risorgere. 

E poi la sera 

le rane e la luna 

a distanza 

si raccontano 

il destino del mondo.

Midsumor *

 

Osservo la luce 

al suo apice 

dal fondo di un pozzo 

oscuro 

l’iperico ondeggia 

color giallo vita 

sul bordo 

mentre in silenzio 

raccolgo 

bacche di buio. 

 * Solstizio d’estate in inglese antico.

The night is a refugee

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Light behind the palace 

the last of springtime 

we are so close to 

the solstice time 

I try to recover 

but it is hard 

to understand always 

where the strength lies 

The new summer is close to my skin 

but it is so far from my eyes 

The doors of the summer 

are going to be open 

While the light uncovers 

all the mistakes 

It’s a play of power 

and also of weakness 

the night is a refugee 

during this time 

I have no lover 

this is a crime 

I don’t believe that 

I am so right 

It is a murder 

against myself 

but it prevents me 

to stay so bad 

The new summer is close to my skin 

but it is so far from my eyes 

The doors of the summer 

are going to be open 

While the light uncovers 

all the mistakes 

It’s a play of power 

and also of weakness 

the night is a refugee 

during this time