They say today is the last day of summer

 

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They say today is the last day of summer 

while I am drenching deep inside my soul 

and from tomorrow cold and no more fire 

while I’m still looking for a new good boat 

I pass my life only trying to survive 

while I should find a way to start to live 

And soon the autumn will knock at the doors 

and I will open them without a hope 

and after all these years I should have known 

what happens when september sings its song 

I pass my time only trying to survive 

while I should spend it only to live 

Among the coloured palaces 

I try to find a sort of new beat 

to change my heart deep in its meat 

and to remember there’s a way to live 

May be it is a lie and the good summer 

will go on without no stopping 

but first or then the new season will find her 

way to arrive and to change everything 

And I have no chance if I want to survive 

to change myself starting again to live 

Among the coloured palaces 

I try to find a sort of new beat 

to change my heart deep in its meat 

and to remember there’s a way to live 

7th september

Muto

 

Settembre comincia 

muto 

i cieli solcati 

da avvoltoi in attesa, 

il selciato cosparso 

di strascichi aguzzi 

di un’estate 

sprecata.

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

 

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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

 

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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

 

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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