Albedo

It’s called albedo by the science
The skill to reflect the light and
All the sources of the heat
As I should do with this

Amount of bestiality
Come out from the mouths so big
Of these little brain people
The real shame of all nation

It’s so difficult to accept 
All these absurd and bad words 
All I wanted is to forget 
But I cannot 

I can only fight for my life 
Try to go on all alone 
Not contaminating my mind 
But I’m in odds 

Every day there’s new evidence
World’s not going in the right way
I want to escape but I stay in
At the end I’m a human being

God teach me what’s the compromise
I try to avoid the fire fight
But can I pay that price?
Does my patience suffice?

It’s so difficult to accept 
All these absurd and bad words 
All I wanted is to forget 
But I cannot 

I can only fight for my life 
Try to go on all alone 
Not contaminating my mind 
But I’m in odds

Do you want to save me?

Do you want to save me?
Put
Some knowledge in my head

Do you want to save me?
Put
Curiosity in the soul

Being here
Is something that
Bring back again
In the youth

Being here
Against regret
The future has
To be pure

I’ll probably remember
These years as miracles
That could destroy the bother
With a blow

Do you want to save me?
Call
Back all my past faith of gold

Do you want to save me?
Learn
To understand my hope

Being here
Is something that
Bring back again
In the youth

Being here
Against regret
The future has
To be pure

I’ll probably remember
These years as miracles
That could destroy the bother
With a blow

Meters of the emptiness

I’m so far from being myself, why?
Others seem to have found them, right?

I’ve been different men in my life
Now I need to become steady in time

And I will remember this warm winter
For the coming back of all
The thoughts I hoped to pull with fingers
Far from my grown-up world

And my eyes are the meters of the emptiness
That is conquering spaces I have left

Let me learn again to pray God
Please become something I can know

I’ve changed language and belief but
I’ve not found who you really are

And I will remember this warm winter
For returning of the fog
That has covered with the silver
Things could appear of gold

And muscles are the ditches of past gladness
While bones are all I am really again

Misericordia liquida

Il lago è misericordia liquida:
lo ascolto fondere le voci
lo osservo sciogliere le luci
in un solo immenso istante

 (e i miei occhi da secoli  aridi
sono nuovamente fertili)


Sirmione, 5 febbraio 2016

A Irene

Ci sono rose che attendono l’inverno
e crescono nel ventre del cosmo
per sbocciare silenziose e folte
nel tiepido soffio di candelora

Lungo il deserto della nullità
con macigni che cadono sui piedi
ho scoperto di nuovo con stupore
la vita spuntare tra i serpenti

Già ti vedo raccogliere nel vento
una bracciata di grano maturo
accanto agl’occhi di tua madre grati
per rendere il futuro propizio *

* Fra i Nandi dell’Africa orientale appena il grano è maturo, la madri di recano con le figlie a raccogliere una bracciata di spighe e la portano a casa prima del raccolto: è un rituale propiziatorio.