Yam *

Sul bordo estremo
del continente
la pelle si stende
sulla pietra nuda
per adorare il sole
del pomeriggio tardo

Ogni sangue può convergere
tutte le lingue e le nazioni
dall’Irlanda ad Israele
accanto all’unico oceano
mare dell’eternità

Il Demiurgo disciolto nelle acque
ricopre le tombe di sale
e riporta gli aborti alla vita.

(Oerias, Portogallo, 13 Aprile 2011)
* "Yam" significa "mare" in ebraico.

Sradicato

Consumo il mio pasto
monosillabico
a cavallo dell’aria

Sono così lontano
dalla terra
da sentirmi
sradicato

Eppure i pensieri
sanno volare veloci
come cimici impazzite
sopra ai fuochi d’estate

(vorrei sentire la corte
serale degli insetti
e riempire ampolle
di scirocco profumato
col movimento sottile
delle mie ciglia sul cielo)


Sul volo per Lisbona – 12 aprile 2011

Early summer

What have I founded
Into this new sky?
Is there something I can hear in the wind?

I have thought it was
Just a bit easier
To grow and to understand a sense.. the sense

But have you noticed?
Winter is finished
And I can’t give a name for this strange spring

I guess I should be
Everyday different
To change myself as this amazing light..this light

And I can call this season early summer
‘cause the sun on my palms is like a brother
My prison’s not yet broken
But I’ve new gods to adore
And all my power is ready to hurt

Now I just shake my reason like the butter
To make esc drops of water from the fire
‘cause the days have no number
And time’s an invention
We are alive only something to learn

And in the garden
I take my pleasure
Watching the rays of sun falling down

I like to think that
Every little ray
It is God’s answer for a prayer.. prayer

And I can call this season early summer
‘cause the sun on my palms is like a brother
My prison’s not yet broken
But I’ve new gods to adore
And all my power is ready to hurt

Now I just shake my reason like the butter
To make esc drops of water from the fire
‘cause the days have no number
And time’s an invention
We are alive only something to learn

Change

Blossoms of the trees are falling
And the wind of change is blowing
On my life
What can I say tonight?

Every things is going to happen
Is made to satisfy the rebel
I’ve inside
What else to say tonight?

Yes change brings always bitterness
Together with some sweetness
As you don’t’ know what to expect

No place for me into this bed
It is become little and bad
But it is my eldest friend

As the old vineyard is showing
With its tears that are now falling
On the soil
Now there’s the new springtime

I’m not sure of what I’m doing
Sometimes I feel I’m a foolish
Sometimes not
So let’s have a try

Yes change brings always bitterness
Together with some sweetness
As you don’t’ know what to expect

No place for me into this bed
It is become little and bad
But it is my eldest friend