Mediterraneo

Sotto la grotta di calcare
bianco come le ossa antiche
ascolto il Mediterraneo
raccontarmi d'ere epiche
quando il mare dialogava
con la stessa lingua magica
da Israele a Gibilterra
fin nell'ombelico di Malta.


Poi chiudo gli occhi al sole
e vedo Tritone orbitare
intorno a Saturno il padre
imperturbabile nel tempo.



Malta, st Peter Bay

Always the same

This is the place
I find myself
Always the same

Since I’m no more a boy
And I’ve become a man
Here I’m always the same

Over this stone
I wrote my self
In oracles and words

There is no water
This time to see in my eyes
What does remain of myself

But I am pretty sure
I am still powerful
When I am into my wood

Over my stone
I evoke my strength
I need to survive at least

I’ve got three questions 
For three answers 
About three challenges 
I have in front of me 

I know it’s difficult 
To reach some wisdom 
And we lose it so fast 
As we were only thieves 

19th august 2016

Dissolversi

La luna crocifissa ad ovest
intuisce un’alba fragile:
vedo le ombre stanche uscire
tra le zolle dei campi arati
per cercare di dissolversi
nella prima luce incosciente.

Adamà *

Lava incandescente bolle
dentro il cranio
acqua diluvia senza sosta
sulle mie mani
aria come fosse tifone
soffia nel ventre
pianto i piedi nella terra
per respirare.

* In ebraico significa “terra” (אדמה )

While I am going to resign myself

I reached this day throughout a month of pain
So much that sometimes I‘ve lost tears as rain
In this mixture between past and future I always lose

The new proposals seem never enough
To give the strength I need into my heart
The same picture is into my eyes, it’s a lie?

But I’ve noticed the moon 
Is always full 
Every time that I 
Need a proof 

Behind the walnut leaves 
It’s giving to me 
A message of peace 
Please stop to bleed 

In the last period I have stopped to sing
And music seems not to be able to feed
My soul that is so heavy to understand

While I am going to resign myself
Still little voices say try to take care
There will be first or then something for me

But I’ve noticed the moon 
Is always full 
Every time that I 
Need a proof 

Behind the walnut leaves 
It’s giving to me 
A message of peace 
Please stop to bleed 

My 2016 birthday

L’estate a volte scompare

L’estate a volte scompare
chiude il cielo in un istante
come quando un uomo riesce
a non pensare davvero a niente
e soltanto in quei momenti
si intuiscono nel vento
dimensioni alternative.

Basta così poco in fondo:
l’odore del fuoco spento
da un inatteso temporale
un nuovo volto scoperto
dalla luce nello specchio
l’empireo all’improvviso
che si tinge d’autunno.

L’unicità è combinazione
sincretica di differenze.

Meridio

Osservo il sole tagliare la pianura
ogni giorno un poco più a meridio.
Mi ferisce appena sotto il costato:
escono parole in cerca di silenzio
e aceto di lacrime mai versate.

Yod dimenticato

Sottile il disincanto
si insinua come vento
negli interstizi vuoti
lacerati di mancanze
e false intuizioni.

Posso cercare ancora
tra le briciole sparse
sotto il tavolo divelto
l'apostrofo che dà senso
quello yod dimenticato?


San Pellegrino in Alpe (LU), 1 agosto 2016

Still some embers

It's a long time
that I don't pass
the evening in the wood
While the fairies
are still sleeping
but are going to become true

And I have missed so many nights
in the carousel of the seasons of the light

Summer through these mountains 
is a living Book 
I can read everything 
If I wanted to 

Maybe this speaking silence is the medicine I need 
to try again to survive among the false healers 

I can feel that
still some embers
are deep into my soul
from the ancient
Celtic fire
once saved me from the cold

But there is no harvest for this year
only new work, mistakes and lots of fear

Summer through these mountains 
is a living Book 
I can read everything 
If I wanted to 

Maybe this speaking silence is the medicine I need 
to try again to survive among the false healers 

Lughnasadh 2016