La pietra del pellegrino

La pietra del pellegrino
raccolta nell’alcova
benedetta di intenti
di sole e di sudore
di luna e di chilometri
di canzoni stente
per non cadere
sulle pietre aguzze
del cammino.

Past wisdom

What can make me fall
if I have this place?
Is there a new fall?
I fell down here safe

I've said it before
but there's no more trace
if I feel at home
monsters can escape

I take this wisdom without a scope 
I sing this little song with no applause 

When I look behind to all my words 
it seems I was wiser than what I thought 
Now that all is different 
and nothing seems to fit 
I ask to the past to 
give me more 

Now I feel so blind inside myself 
as I've lost the light I had as friends 
Now that all is different 
and nothing seems to fit 
I ask to the past 
to give me more 

They are speaking of
the monsters inside
they pretend I call
them as I can find

For each one of them
the original name
but over this land
I burn them with flames

I take this wisdom without a scope 
I sing this little song with no applause 

When I look behind to all my words 
it seems I was wiser than what I thought 
Now that all is different 
and nothing seems to fit 
I ask to the past 
to give me more 

Now I feel so blind inside myself 
as I've lost the light I had as friends 
Now that all is different 
and nothing seems to fit 
I ask to the past 
to give me more

Fossa del cuore

Silenzio e buio
complici sacri
la fossa del cuore
colma di spine
e ossa liquide
porto ostile
per navi in viaggio
verso l'alba.

Diciassette

Le cicale cantano la sete
nei giorni del sacrificio:
hai distrutto gli anni
calpestato le intenzioni
con superbia vergine
inviolata da ogni dubbio.

Solo diciassette lacrime
dal mio occhio sinistro
per ricordare epoche
di affinità e discordie
accanto al cadavere
della tua umanità.

Nella foto una immagine della chiesa di Maria Santissima della Misericordia, popolarmente indicata anche come Chiesa dei morti (Foggia)

Orbitare

Il bosco di mais copre le colline
girasoli mogi fissano il suolo
pozze di sole sulla strada bagnata
come il sangue sulla freccia antica.

Soltanto le immagini quietano
il mio orbitare senza meta.

Along this way to the south

No need of candles today
Along this way to solstice
I bring only some prayers
Along this way to the south
We live at the climax of the sun
We are only some drops of humans

We have asked the protection to the earth 
Under the ancient stone of the Land 
We have asked pure blessing to the water 
Near the pond into the sacred grove 
And then we asked purification to the wind 
Over the top of the highest hill 
And finally asked the blessing of ancestors 
Near the graveyards lost inside the time 

The time to walk is all we
Need to remember who we are
Every step is a lesson on us and our limits
We are only silence if we don't
Try to find the right grateful words

We have asked the protection to the earth 
Under the ancient stone of the Land 
We have asked pure blessing to the water 
Near the pond into the sacred grove 
And then we asked purification to the wind 
Over the top of the highest hill 
And finally asked the blessing of ancestors 
Near the graveyards lost inside the time

Summer solstice, Alban Heruin 2018