These days over the clouds

These days over the clouds
Make me feel I am proud
Of my constant researching
Even if I found nothing

These days over the clouds
Among woods and speaking mouths
May be I’m just a crumble
From which bread am I come from?

And Job says grief can’t have sense 
If you see in it the absence 
You need to give direction 
Towards God 

It’s natural believing 
Into the soul you find it 
And sometime speculations 
Push us far 

These days over the clouds
Aside life I’ve set down
My future doesn’t own to me
I invent a new way to live

These days over the clouds
The Bible is here allowed
To make richer my mind
Or to make me less blind

And Job says grief can’t have sense 
If you see in it the absence 
You need to give direction 
Towards God 

It’s natural believing 
Into the soul you find it 
And sometime speculations 
Push us far 

28th August, Monastero de La Verna (AR)

* Giobbe, personaggio biblico, protagonista dell'omonino libro dell'Antico Testamento

Pervinca *

Nel vento arido di questi boschi
che sfacciati osservano il sud
attendo la sera d’anima umida
e attraverso il confine celeste
dei miei giorni inconsapevoli.

Sul mio letto di pervinca ornato
percepisco il brusio delle stelle
parallasse sonoro per scoprire
la distanza astratta dalla morte:
è l’astrofisica dell’assoluto.

 * La Pervinca era considerata il ‘fiore della morte’ a causa dell’antica pratica di deporne intrecci a ghirlanda sulle bare dei bambini defunti.

33 is symmetry

Since I have done so many things
And many places I have seen
And many people I have met
Most of them I can’t understand

There are still many roads to walk
Between my merits and my faults
And thirty three is symmetry
One step for God and one for me

If I had a magic powder 
Into my hands of man 
To transform in a teen myself 
To start to live again 

I really don’t know if I would use it 
I really don’t know if I could use it 
All my mistakes are pearls 

So I take the most ancient myth 
The killing of the king 
The ritual passage of limits 
The birth of all belief 

And so I will die to start here again 
Goodbye my old boy and welcome new man 
Forget the past defeats 

To play the game of the life
Sometimes seems just an awful lie
But sometimes else seems miracle
Under the stars into the wood

If I had a magic powder 
Into my hands of man 
To transform in a teen myself 
To start to live again 

I really don’t know if I would use it 
I really don’t know if I could use it 
All my mistakes are pearls 

So I take the most ancient myth 
The killing of the king 
The ritual passage of limits 
The birth of all belief 

And so I will die to start here again 
Goodbye my old boy welcome new man 
Forget the past defeats

No all the seas give inspiration

Leaving my house
I feel I’m a proud
Man

For what I found
Over the mound
There

But on the contrary I’m so fragile
As it’s for me the bill to be alive

What else to say
If I’m afraid
To live

May be my prayers
Are only flames
In the breeze

And they can extinguish just in while
No matter if to lit I took long time

Not all the seas give inspiration 
Not all the adventures make you cry 
I’m so far from my own foundation 
It’s just a whisper in my mind 

And I don’t think I can avoid to be me 
If I believe it’s all by now written here 

There is no cloud
Into the blue
Today

No noise so loud
To stop my inner
Claim

So I can build a world and then destroy it
To play for a moment with demiurge’s toys

Not all the seas give inspiration 
Not all the adventures make you cry 
I’m so far from my own foundation 
It’s just a whisper in my mind 

And I don’t think I can avoid to be me 
If I believe it’s all by now written here

Vanità zingara

Ti desidero più di un amante
inebriante trascendenza
concedimi di abbandonare
questo corpo di afflizione:
vanità zingara.

Stacca con forza la mia anima
dal mio costato esausto
liberala dalla gabbia insulsa
dei giorni cosparsi di sale
e poveri di vento.

Distruggi la trappola ignobile
del karma dai mille nodi
e sollevami dal fango putrido
del Malkuth appiccicoso
dalle molte sembianze.

Io non trovo più risposta alcuna
né nuove giustificazioni
nella fede o nella genetica:
mi perdo nel nulla inconsistente
della incarnazione.

Assisterò ogni giorno dinnanzi
all’indebolirsi del corpo
e al lento spegnersi della mente
frustrata dall’assenza grigia
della motivazione.

Rimane solo il cielo estivo
a ricordarmi che esisto
e dove proseguire il percorso
giunto finalmente stremato
alla liberazione.

I will remember this evening

Yes I’ve got still my mind full of music
I don’t know where comes from but I use it
To paint all my days
That are so often grey
Of colours

Music this night is also my harvest
Now that Orion has left east for northeast
I would follow the sky
As in the ancient times
But I’m far

When the headlights of the cars 
Will be reflected by the roads 
So wet 
I will remember this evening 
With the hills full of good spirits 
Under the stars 

When I’ll be again myself 
Discovering new paths and lands 
So blessed 
I will remember this evening 
With the insects all circling 
‘Round the candle 

So tell me what’s the sacred connection
Between the harvest and the perception
To be able for real
To forgive all the tears
Of the past

Doesn’t matter who you can forgive
If you or if someone else you meet
The secret’s to reach
In some way the peace
We need

When the headlights of the cars 
Will be reflected by the roads 
So wet 
I will remember this evening 
With the hills full of good spirits 
Under the stars 

When I’ll be again myself 
Discovering new paths and lands 
So blessed 
I will remember this evening 
With the insects all circling 
‘Round the candle 

Lughnasadh 2013