Lion

The snout of the Lion
well-known by my eyes
is in front of
my face

It's mute but for me
it's going on speaking
along all these years
of cold

Oh as I see its front
it's like I'm newborn
it's like I am never
fallen

I cry with no reason 
because the real wisdom 
has not the attribute of time 

It's time to change reason 
I'm not a sad widow 
that has lost his love of life 

This absolution is in the sky 
of summer of abundant shine 
Can be the Lion back this time? 

The mouth of the Lion
half opened half closed
it's for me synonymous
of wisdom

I know I have closed
the door or it's not
the truth that I need
to hold on

And as I watch its nose
even if made by stone
I feel that prodigy
can return

I cry with no reason 
because the real wisdom 
has not the attribute of time 

It's time to change reason 
I'm not a sad widow 
that has lost his love of life 

This absolution is in the sky 
of summer of abundant shine 
Can be the Lion back this time?

Nella foto: faccia di leone al museo etrusco di Chiusi (AR)