giovedì 28 dicembre 2017

The sacred mistletoe

There's a slice
of blue sky
even if it's begun the winter
I can find in my mind
a lot of darkness and some small light
and I have to make it grow

The sacred mistletoe
is here inside the wood
it's the end of December
and I am the pretender
of a better year

The sacred mistletoe
the first time in my wood
it is a sign of good luck
maybe also of a new path
for me

What is clear
is that fear
is still there and I don't want
and the west grove
I'm along
can help me to fight alone
and to become a man

The sacred mistletoe
is here inside the wood
it's the end of December
and I am the pretender
of a better year

The sacred mistletoe
the first time in my wood
it is a sign of good luck
maybe also of new path
for me

26th December 2017

mercoledì 27 dicembre 2017

Sarei potuto essere










Sarei potuto essere
tanti uomini
ma sono soltanto
notti di rimpianti
lunghe e sterili
in attesa di un futuro
che non giunge
e di una fede
che non si manifesta
ma sussurra flebile
all'orecchio del cuore.

martedì 19 dicembre 2017

The owl on the oak

The day after that I've signed
my pact with the life
the day after that I've liked
a more ritual life
It's the time to change my mind
before it's too late to arise
I do want no more to fight
'gainst myself day and night

Only the oaks resist to the strong winds of this month
I want the strength that is in their branches and logs
my only way to become a real man in the grove
is to change my sight as if I was the owl on the oak

It's the path that I have chosen
since my first day had broken
but I forgot it as a bother
until it's almost over
Now it has to become cover
a second skin of myself older
more than a good looking lover
I could desire its solace

Only the oaks resist to the strong winds of this month
I want the strength that is in their branches and logs
my only way to become a real man in the grove
is to change my sight as if I was the owl on the oak

17th December 2017

sabato 16 dicembre 2017

Inizio

Al di là del vetro
il prato è cosparso di foglie
in questa stanza vuota
disegno sul pavimento
la forma della mia anima
con la luce profonda
che non so di avere.

Inizio il cammino nuovo:
che sia il sentiero giusto!

mercoledì 13 dicembre 2017

Ravens

It's almost ridiculous
that you can't learn
I guess unbelievable
that you stay cold
when there are thousand ways to get warm
when there are thousand things to learn

You stay in you little
little world
but I see in your eyes
that you are bored
oh can't you see the vastness outside?
It's the fear that makes you blind

The ravens over my head
speak in stead of the Land
their call is saying I can fly

I embrace the surrender
a dropout from the life
in order to stay well again

Under this old castle
I see the truth
that you have to addle
not to be abused
Hiding yourself among the highest trees
where the wood is dense and with firs

The ravens over my head
speak in stead of the Land
their call is saying I can fly

I embrace the surrender
a dropout from the life
in order to stay well again

Nella foto il borgo di Gombola

martedì 5 dicembre 2017

Rust or consciousness

I think it is going to snow
I feel cold inside my bones
and outside the windows I see
the fog on the peaks the highest
Yes, I'm aware winter is coming
and the old man is knocking lonely

Am I here for a case
or is it just a written fate?
Is it rust or consciousness
what I see over my face?
And even if winter is coming
I have to keep some warm inside

I have stopped to put myself in shame
thanks to what it's changed in the last
days we are only wheels over rough roads
every dip we take is a small stop

I deliver all my bad thoughts to the moon
and they can come back completely new
in a way I've never could imagine
shining over the darkness I know

Let me take some decision
that is really by my own
to go once towards myself
and not towards someone else
now that it's clear winter is coming
there's no more time for seers to lie

I have stopped to put myself in shame
thanks to what it's changed in the last days
we are only wheels over rough roads
every dip we take is a small stop

I deliver all my bad thoughts to the moon
and they can come back completely new
in a way I've never could imagine
shining over the darkness I know