And while I hide myself inside this room

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Spring is coming 

and I’m dying inside 

I am tragic and pathetic 

it’s right 

it’s so difficult 

to admit I know 

that I have not gained nothing at all 

People are 

greatly far from me 

I’m ashamed 

I can say nothing 

I perfectly know 

they can judge me worse 

than what I do already by my own 

And while I hide myself inside this room 

the sun is penetrating through the window 

and the curtains seem to be of gold 

And I have a fight inside my soul 

my ruined face is only the mirror 

and the place where I combat my war 

In my depth 

there’s still a breath 

a hope 

to start again 

the battle end

I lost 

after the defeat 

I admit the thing 

and I can be a new man from here 

And while I hide myself inside this room 

the sun is penetrating through the window 

and the curtains seem to be of gold 

And I have a fight inside my soul 

my ruined face is only the mirror 

and the place where I combat my war

Io prego prego

Io prego prego 

non posso esser altro 

che preghiera, 

le mani giunte 

pulsano al ritmo 

del cuore 

la voce esausta 

rimbomba 

in un sacro altrove 

nello stomaco 

la paura atavica 

di restare solo. 

Io prego prego 

non posso esser altro 

che preghiera.

My dear little Lucy

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

My dear little Lucy 

my dear little child 

my dear little aunty 

your soul is so bright 

nobody else can be so pure 

like you have been I am sure 

I’ll always remember 

during your last days 

the kisses you send 

to me from your bed 

and with the voice so weak you said 

I love you do not forget 

It makes me so sad 

that you are now dead 

this deep winter has 

a taste for regrets 

And I was not by your side 

in the last moments of your life 

I’ve dreamt of you often 

during the last days 

you’re going to heal 

sat over your bed 

but things went in another way 

and you have left us in the pain 

Living in your old house 

I will always have 

the chance to remember 

all the things you left 

since when I was born you were there 

and now a part of me is dead 

3rd February 2026

Imbolc in the pain

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Please God, let me be strong 

oh please God, let me be strong 

while I see her decay 

while I see her last decay 

Please God, cut off her pain 

she does not at all deserve 

this torture in the bed 

this torture in the bed 

Please God, let me feel brave 

now that I’m in despair 

and put your holy hands 

over her body and head 

Imbolc is in the pain 

but I need to pray 

because I am afraid 

to go this time insane

Un’alba bianca

 

Un’alba bianca 

e dorata 

bisogno di purezza 

e bellezza 

tre cornacchie gracchiano 

e una volpe in corsa 

sul campo di natale.

Imbolc 2026

The new wine, the new moon

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

The new wine 

makes me remember 

in a single sip 

the sweetness of the summer 

The new moon 

it’s every time 

a little chance 

to restart again 

How many rituals 

to try to survive 

like all the days 

are prayers to say 

and I remember the seasons of the soul 

and I surrender to the power of the world 

The new wine 

it is the blessing 

of this old land 

I honour the ancestors 

The new moon 

into the fog 

in the deep winter 

it is a faithful day 

How many rituals 

to try to survive 

like all the days 

are prayers to say 

 and I remember the seasons of the soul 

and I surrender to the power of the world

18th February 2026

Inverno profondo

 

La punta del campanile 

nascosta nella nebbia 

affiora nel silenzio 

come un frate incappucciato. 

I primi germogli del grano 

spuntano dalla terra fradicia, 

e questa non-pioggia 

fa di ogni vetro uno specchio. 

La nebbia, intanto, 

rende la notte 

un pozzo smisurato, 

nell’inverno profondo 

dove lentamente 

precipitiamo.