A Ginevra

Ci son già i vetri accesi
a Ginevra
t’immagino scrutare l’ovest
che ingoia
destini bramosi di compiersi.

Riesco ad immedesimarmi
nella tua vita
tra la paura e il desiderio
di essere
 per davvero un uomo.

Nella foto: Ferney Voltaire

Il giardino degli aranci

La pioggia sorprende gli occhi
incendia d’acqua il cortile
e il giardino degli aranci.

Io ingoio consapevolezza
su tutto ciò che più non sarò
e che mai potrò essere.

E i dubbi sanno strisciare
come gatti grigi di notte
tra gli ulivi e le colline.

Poi la pioggia smetterà:
nuovo sole sulla retina
nuove immagini di vita.

(Villa La Quiete alle Montalve, Firenze, 21 Novembre 2013)

A Natale e Antonella

Il gioco santo dei destini
prima vicini poi lontani
infine per sempre uniti.

Come i solchi dell’aratro
impercettibile di Dio
paralleli e poi congiunti
sotto una vite prospera.

E arriveranno i giorni
colmi di frutti e di sogni
nel vostro nido costruito
coi palmi aperti al cielo,
i sorrisi d’intesa forte,
la solitudine sconfitta.

 (16 Novembre 2013 – Castelvetrano - TP)

But sometimes I see the moon

The winter comes with lights in the dark
For me today it seems not so far
I hang up my hopes, with the same old ropes

And I go on here acting my part
As nothing happened to crumble my heart
May be this alarm was not yet enough

But sometimes I see the moon 
And I remember 
It can wax and then wane 

 So even if I’ve a bad mood 
I can feel better 
Just in a moment of praying 

So we are puppets losing our days
Not understanding that we’ll be erased
Time is merciless doesn’t pay the debts

And I go on abusing the dreams
The only anchors that I still can keep
The truth is that I am still half blind

But sometimes I see the moon 
And I remember 
It can wax and then wane 

So even if I’ve a bad mood 
I can feel better 
Just in a moment of praying

Fenice storpia

Un filo di luna
cuce il cielo del sud
mentre divengo ancora
fenice storpia.
Quante volte Dio concede
all’uomo solo
di rinascere integro
senza morire
senza dissolversi nudo
nell’oblio nero?

Narrare la mancanza

Petali bianchi sull’acqua:
il profilo dei cipressi
dipinto dal sole d’ovest
è incenso per gli occhi.

Non esistono parole
per narrare la mancanza
resta mistero unico
precluso alla grammatica.

2 Novembre 2013 
Nell’immagine Frassineti (foto di Mauro Giorgini)

Sunny sunny Samhain

Sunny sunny Samhain
No matter to lose or win
Wind catches my hands to pray the Lord oh

I don’t know my future now
No more I can say I’m proud
Sometime life can mix cards in a blow oh

Yes I’ve to accept the few I’ve got 
I close the chapter that I wrote 
Can’t say what I deserve 
Nothing seems to be clear 

And no prospective is unfold 
As I have just been here born 
Can’t say what I did wrong 
No one answer along.. the road 

Sunny sunny Samhain
Tomorrow winter will be
No trace of the ancient mighty ghosts oh

Funny it is to be here
With this melody and no fear
When you lose all you become so strong oh

Yes I’ve to accept the few I’ve got 
I close the chapter that I wrote 
Can’t say what I deserve 
Nothing seems to be clear 

And no prospective is unfold 
As I have just been here born 
Can’t say what I did wrong 
No one answer along.. the road

So I refuge again myself into the darkness

The decay of my garden
After this afternoon
It influences my heart and
It makes obscure my mood

May be I’m like the others
But I am not so sure
It’s different the cavern
In which I keep my truth

So I refuge again myself into the darkness
Where all my flows are powerless
And I’m not so ugly

I’ve tried my best to live
But I have failed it’s clear

So I refuge again myself into the darkness
Where I’ve got nothing to pretend
And I’m just marmalade

So maybe it’s time to be
New end and new begin

The decay of my whole life
After this night of fools
Shows all the paths I have tried
Are not for me the true

But blessing the new morning
Something I’ve understood
Defeat has to be always
Accepted and approved

So I refuge again myself into the darkness
Where all my flows are powerless
And I’m not so ugly

I’ve tried my best to live
But I have failed it’s clear

So I refuge again myself into the darkness
Where I’ve got nothing to pretend
And I’m just marmalade

So maybe it’s time to be
New end and new begin

(Samhain blessing to all)