lunedì 27 febbraio 2017
Like an ember
Sun it is shining it is like an ember
After all this darkness, we’re leaving behind
I need to know if I have to surrender
Or if I have still a chance in this life
Someone says that I’m walking away
Leaving behind the faith without awareness
But I know there is nothing so wrong
That can delete my hope of becoming better
And if the spring is already arrived
I want to welcome it at my best
I burn the masks that are covering my face
And let the true light to penetrate my eye
Someone says that I’m walking away
Leaving behind the faith without awareness
But I know there is nothing so wrong
That can delete my hope of becoming better
martedì 14 febbraio 2017
La semantica della ghigliottina
La semantica della ghigliottina
sento boia evocare scheletri
appuntiti vili e immortali
con vocaboli che scarnificano.
Che sia questa la santa primavera
per compiere il giusto esorcismo?
Di nuovo sulla pira infuocata
attendo il pianto dei carnefici.
(nella foto Pyotr Pavlensky)
domenica 5 febbraio 2017
The rain on the wood
I don’t know if I am still able to write
I don’t know if I am still able to sing
Yesterday evening you said to me
Disillusionment stole your inspiration
And I have cried arrived at home
Thinking a part of us was dead
But when I hear this noise
If I could call this noise
That is the rain on the wood
When the heart seems dead and you
You can take your love
If you have some love
And melt it in the wood
Until you reach the roots
So I wonder if I can face my whole life
Without that shelter I had inside my pages
I’ve to invent during this time
A new formula to live
In this darkness inside this wind
That blows strongly on the fields
But when I hear this noise
If I could call this noise
That is the rain on the wood
When the heart seems dead and you
You can take your love
If you have some love
And melt it in the wood
Until you reach the roots
I don’t know if I am still able to sing
Yesterday evening you said to me
Disillusionment stole your inspiration
And I have cried arrived at home
Thinking a part of us was dead
But when I hear this noise
If I could call this noise
That is the rain on the wood
When the heart seems dead and you
You can take your love
If you have some love
And melt it in the wood
Until you reach the roots
So I wonder if I can face my whole life
Without that shelter I had inside my pages
I’ve to invent during this time
A new formula to live
In this darkness inside this wind
That blows strongly on the fields
But when I hear this noise
If I could call this noise
That is the rain on the wood
When the heart seems dead and you
You can take your love
If you have some love
And melt it in the wood
Until you reach the roots
sabato 4 febbraio 2017
Solo il bosco
Inietto silenzio nelle vene
solo il bosco sa comprendere
il mio intimo bisogno
di annullarmi.
Intorno al bosco sacro
le cime delle montagne
sono isole in attesa
di dissolversi.
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