Giovedì Santo

Mele e zenzero
tributo di carne
ogni morso
essenza nuova.

Acqua e zenzero
tributo di sangue
sorsi di roccia
appuntiti e dolci.



Lo specchio ci ha visto nudi
con iridi simmetrici
la pipa ci ha dato voce
per chiedere agli ospiti
la luna ci ha benedetto
e ci ha donato il fuoco.

Ulivi appuntiti

Sono fuggito nudo
tra ulivi appuntiti
nelle orecchie urla
di demoni in trionfo
ho perso il lenzuolo
bianco di preghiera
sul sentiero impervio
dell'assenza di Dio

Liberamente tratto da Marco 14,51-52: Un giovane lo seguiva, coperto soltanto con un lenzuolo; e lo afferrarono; ma egli, lasciando andare il lenzuolo, se ne fuggì nudo.

I have cut my belly

I have cut my belly
during this night and it
is open now
what there have I found?

I found a piece of darkness
maybe coming from the far west
I put it out of
my most precious thoughts

My spinal column is vibrating
As I am looking for a new place
Into this world
I have a hope
Again to know
My name

My spinal column is vibrating
It’s the beginning of a new age
No, I can’t know
Where I’ve to go
I need to call
My name

And now I can dance
even if there is no sense
Is the life a road?
No, I don’t think so

My spinal column is vibrating
As I am looking for a new place
Into this world
I have a hope
Again to know
My name

My spinal column is vibrating
It’s the beginning of a new age
No, I can’t know
Where I’ve to go
I need to call
My name

Scorticati

Il vuoto è pieno
va sperimentato
conosciuto
vissuto.

Scorticati
come martiri
sul rogo.

Imparo dall’acqua

L’inverno è metamorfosi
il corpo mutante di Dio:
le lunghe lance di ghiaccio
sono le sue ossa appese
la neve bianca e fragile
la carne e le viscere
l’acqua dolce del disgelo
il sangue benedetto
che annuncia primavera.

Ogni inverno imparo dall’acqua
la forma mutevole
della mia esistenza.

Winter at its peak

The frozen fields of early evening
are whiter than I thought
the moon is making all of silver
as I pass the old oak
It is the winter at its peak
while I lose myself completely

Oh baby baby tell me
what else should I do?
If nobody can help me
and I have lost my truth
I give my life a rest
before becoming mad

Oh baby baby tell me
if I should change my road
this one is into desert
without an end to go
I give my life a rest
before becoming mad

And everybody says I can
try to fight again
as it was the first time I am
soldier for myself
They can't understand what I feel
I only want to become free

Oh baby baby tell me
what else should I do?
If nobody can help me
and I have lost my truth
I give my life a rest
before becoming mad


Oh baby baby tell me
if I should change my road
this one is into desert
without an end to go
I give my life a rest
before becoming mad