In cui nascono le fiabe

Ho acceso il fuoco tra le pietre
in mezzo ai punti cardinali
per cercare di orientarmi
in mezzo a questo labirinto.

Ho fatto quello che facevo
quando ancora ero in grado
di scolpire col pensiero
il mio mondo disastrato





Ogni istante ha un soffio sacro
basta saper respirare
dentro questa notte bianca
in cui nascono le fiabe

Imbolc 2017

First sings winter is ill

When the light is increasing
But the wind is still freezing
I forget to ask the nature to
Being part of the renaissance too

And I wait for some signs
To say spring is arrived
But I know that winter is still deep
I nourish little flames inside to me

Granny where are you 
To say where there are 
The violets of spring 
First sings winter is ill 

Sometimes I walk 
Along the same paths 
But I have seen no more 
Without you those colours 

So my refugee is only
To remember all your stories
Speaking of the holy connection
Between the men and the nature

Granny where are you 
To say where there are 
The violets of spring 
First sings winter is ill 

Sometimes I walk 
Along the same paths 
But I have seen no more 
Without you those colours

Briciole

Raccolgo briciole sul tavolo
disavanzo di abbondanza
alfabeto del caos quotidiano
grammatica millesimale

Eppure rammentano il cielo
quando è buio sul crinale
cosparso di stelle immense
e di polvere asteroidale

C’è coincidenza divina
solamente intuibile
là dove sembriamo minimi
si riflette immensità

What can I do?

When I have blessed the morning
To say that I am grateful
Along my complex journey
Without waiting for help to

To reach something, to help someone
But only because I feel really thankful

The problem is that 
These moments so glad 
Pass so fast that 
I Cannot remember 

The instant after 
Why I was so glad 
I’m already sad 
In all my thinking 

What can I do 
If from this window 
I see the moon 
Over the city 
And I can only think why not throw myself out? 

So maybe it’s the moment
To change this bad behavior
The habits often can hide
The killers of ourselves

They make us bad and sometimes sad
But without a real reason to feel that way

The problem is that 
These moments so glad 
Pass so fast that 
I Cannot remember 

The instant after 
Why I was so glad 
I’m already sad
In all my thinking 

What can I do If from this window I see the moon 
Over the city And I can only think why not throw myself out?

Capacious Soul

So maybe I’ve understood
At the end of this year
Before the sun goes down
Beyond the south-west mounts

There is nothing to program
And nor even to comprehend
There is only the present
And then nothing nothing else

And here sitting on this hill 
I am speaking to my fears 
Saying that they can go away 
‘cause their path is no more my way 

I destroy the prison of time 
While the time doesn’t exist 
We’re ourselves before being born 

I admit I am just arrived 
And there is so much to be learned 
But at least I have a capacious soul 

Life is just a stream that
Exists only if observed
In a moment of the day
After that is something else

So imagine you were blind
But with your soul you could fly
How could you perceive the time?
Try this as an exercise

And here sitting on this hill 
I am speaking to my fears 
Saying that they can go away 
‘cause their path is no more my way 

I destroy the prison of time 
While the time doesn’t exist 
We’re ourselves before being born 

I admit I am just arrived 
And there is so much to be learned 
But at least I have a capacious soul 

31st December 2016