Dimenticanza

 

L’estate 

dovrebbe essere 

soltanto 

dimenticanza 

del ruolo 

delle vesti 

del tempo, 

come una foglia 

che prematuramente 

si stacca dall’albero 

e viaggia libera 

nel vento del sud 

senza sapere 

di essere 

morta.

The moment to surrender

 

LISTEN TO -  ASCOLTA

Many years have passed by 

and I still remember 

that the end of august 

is a dying ember 

and the moment to surrender 

and the moment to surrender 

And I am still thankful 

for that “For the roses” *

she sang the end of summer 

as nobody else did 

it is the moment to surrender 

yes it’s the moment to surrender 

Always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

The wind from the west changes 

the whole landscape 

the wind from the west changes 

almost everything 

"No more shiny hot nights" *

from this moment on 

I could have spent my time 

learning much much more 

since it’s the moment to surrender 

I know it’s the moment to surrender 

Always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

The wind from the west changes 

the whole landscape 

the wind from the west changes 

almost everything

* Cit, “For the roses” by Joni Mitchell, 1972

Leggero

 

Mi stendo sull’acqua 

le braccia nel Tirreno 

i piedi nel Mar Ligure 

il sole sui palmi 

il sale nelle vene 

per un istante 

sogno 

di essere 

di nuovo 

leggero. 

 Forte dei marmi, 24 agosto 2026

Here out of the world

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

How many things I’ve learned 

 staying out of the world 

I’ve understood that I can be myself 

only alone 

It is an isolation 

that I desire for more 

it is the only way to have 

a little hope 

Here out of the world 

my life is like a boat 

it sails over all 

while I’m becoming old 

in these moments of great pain 

this is the only way 

to survive 

Days like this are my way 

to forget it all 

to think that I can be for once 

like the others 

No mirrors and no pain 

as I am in this place 

far from the judges and 

 far from the goals 

Here out of the world 

my life is like a boat 

it sails over all 

while I’m becoming old 

in these moments of great pain 

this is the only way 

to survive

Give some of my beauty back

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

My birthday today 

it’s difficult to celebrate 

‘cause I have no more the strength and the faith 

So I am full of pain 

I walk along the way 

to reach the woods as in the last decades 

I have only one request 

and this birthday is a bet 

give some of my beauty back 

and I will be a better man 

Maybe a silly request 

but I am becoming mad 

give some of my beauty back 

and I will become a man

Ventisette anni fa

 

Nello stesso luogo, 

nella stessa stanza, 

ventisette anni fa. 

e ancora scrivo, 

per fingere di vivere 

per non sentirmi solo 

come allora 

ma con meno speranze.

ricordo tutto: 

il vento di quella sera, 

l’orario preciso. 

soltanto non so 

se la falce di luna 

fosse da poco tramontata 

a sud-ovest. 

 * 18 agosto 1999, il giorno in cui iniziai a scrivere un diario giornaliero.

Unmasked life

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I am waiting 

for the eclipse 

it seems a nonsense time 

I am breathing 

an expectation 

as something half divine 

Everyone says that 

this is the gate 

for a new unmasked life0

In this very moment 

it is not easy to live 

while I’ve to climb 

I would like to take care 

of myself 

under this half dark rays 

of the sun 

I don’t know how to save 

my visage 

from all this ugliness 

that I face 

After all these years 

I am still here 

to see a new eclipse eye 

Maybe it will be 

my last occasion 

before becoming blind 

I would like to take care

of myself 

under this half dark rays 

of the sun 

I don’t know how to save 

my visage 

from all this ugliness 

that I face