Forgotten who I am

Where the sky is so blue
And so white the clouds
I can leave my old boots
With new shoes going out

There’s a world of wonder out there
It seems I’ve forgotten who I am

I leave at home my mother
And the friends of mine
No one can understand
As in the past times

No nothing is changed all around here
But I’ve almost erased everything

What can I pretend 
After all these bad choices? 
May be I’ve to wear 
A new dress to appear 
Just another man 

Are we our past? 
Or it is a lie? 
Future has its roots? 
Or it’s just a grind 
No trace of divine?

(I keep little secret inside my soul I’m the only keeper that can know) 

Almost June and the snow
Is still on the hills
The vineyard seems so
Out of time and dim

So all that I see has origin
Where is my one to know I need

What can I pretend 
After all these bad choices? 
May be I’ve to wear 
A new dress to appear 
Just another man 

Are we our past? 
Or it is a lie? 
Future has its roots? 
Or it’s just a grind 
No trace of divine? 

(I keep little secret inside my soul I’m the only keeper that can know)

Come a Gabaon

Più non ricordo come uscire
dal buio incarnato
dei pensieri circolari
affamati di luce.

Osservo le rose scomposte
sul prato ventoso
e con i petali vesto
le mie ferite di sogni.

Ma so che il sole non s’arresterà
come già fece a Gabaon *:
il quotidiano è guerra mesta,
senza alcuna gloria.

* Giosuè 10:12 (secondo la tradizione biblica, il Signore fece fermare il disco solare sulla città di Gabaon nel sud di Israele).

The waiver is the secret

I should be better than who I am
Between the knowledge and no sense
I should be of me my best friend
And not someone who just pretends

The future has been in my hands
When I could build here in my land
Without escaping to that west
So full of promises so bad

My thoughts while I wander ’round 
Say I am oh almost bound 

Life has become a bother 
And to play I’m not allowed 
Nothing more to discover 
No reason to feel proud 

May be it’s just obsession now
I am only a point in the crowd 

The waiver is the secret 
She said going in and out 
But she remains so eager 
Of life she seeds her ground 

So on a swing I feel I am
Sometimes I regret my sad past
But I should chose a new present
And not to marry this sadness

But contradiction is my lane
First I am glad then cut my veins
I am both logic and insane
No possibility to explain

My thoughts while I wander ’round 
Say I am oh almost bound 

Life has become a bother 
And to play I’m not allowed 
Nothing more to discover 
No reason to feel proud 

May be it’s just obsession now 
I am only a point in the crowd 

The waiver is the secret 
She said going in and out 
But she remains so eager 
Of life she seeds her ground

Ricordo ancora

Viaggio da nord a sud
nel buio sotto la pioggia:
ancora ricordo quando avevo
il fuoco nelle mie mani
oggi che ho palmi colmi d’acqua
e il cuore nello stomaco.

Poi il sole sulla strada bagnata
rammenta l’estate del Devon:
permetto alle mie mani di unirsi
per ringraziare il cosmo.

Salinas

Il nuovo sole mi sorprende arido
la pelle un vestito consunto
ma io raccolgo ancora vita
e ne piango l’assenza acerba
mentre col fiato cerco parole.

E mi pare di intravedere
donne sul bordo dell’oceano
domandarsi con gli occhi grati
il senso del nuovo esistere
in questo ovest dei miracoli.

Accudire l'oblio

 In questa notte d’acqua
pietra antica in attesa
luna e nebbia intrecciate
dal sacro telaio del fato.

Partiranno i pellegrini
con le vene piene di sogni
sole nutrirà i raccolti
e sangue le menti fertili.

Battiamo i piedi per cacciar
tenebre con luce e fuoco.
E mentre le braci muoiono
la sera accudisce l’oblio.


Beltaine 2013