It's a long a time that I don't sing
as my voice has become just a sin
but I've so many things to sing
while fire is again on my skin
And every time I remember I can sing
is when the autumn is behind the door
and every time I surrender to my dreams
is when I need to live into a new hope
Now that I am so close to Samhain
and time is only a false belief
I can sail among the worlds to see
all the men I would have been
And every time I remember I can sing
is when the autumn is behind the door
and every time I surrender to my dreams
is when I need to live into a new hope
mercoledì 31 ottobre 2018
martedì 30 ottobre 2018
Last night in Belfast city
Last night in Belfast city
what else that I should know?
If failure is now knocking at the door
The air is not yet freezing
and I am here alone
thinking of all the times
I have lost
Is there somewhere for me any peace?
Or I will live forever in labyrinths.
What am I living
I don't know what is
I suggest to myself it is the right way
I can't really say if it is the right play
I am still singing
even if rarely
I have to show I am still a strong man
while I am becoming only a desert land
The people here seems to live
alone inside the crowd
running as they have to reach
highest clouds
Here I feel I'm a stranger
but at the same time
I feel I am here since I was alive
Is there somewhere for me any peace?
Or I will live forever in labyrinths.
What am I living
I don't know what is
I suggest to myself it is the right way
I can't really say if it is the right play
I am still singing
even if rarely
I have to show I am still a strong man
while I am becoming only a desert land
5th October 2018, Belfast (UK)
what else that I should know?
If failure is now knocking at the door
The air is not yet freezing
and I am here alone
thinking of all the times
I have lost
Is there somewhere for me any peace?
Or I will live forever in labyrinths.
What am I living
I don't know what is
I suggest to myself it is the right way
I can't really say if it is the right play
I am still singing
even if rarely
I have to show I am still a strong man
while I am becoming only a desert land
The people here seems to live
alone inside the crowd
running as they have to reach
highest clouds
Here I feel I'm a stranger
but at the same time
I feel I am here since I was alive
Is there somewhere for me any peace?
Or I will live forever in labyrinths.
What am I living
I don't know what is
I suggest to myself it is the right way
I can't really say if it is the right play
I am still singing
even if rarely
I have to show I am still a strong man
while I am becoming only a desert land
5th October 2018, Belfast (UK)
domenica 28 ottobre 2018
mercoledì 17 ottobre 2018
Cornacchie
Cornacchie ancestrali
su campi antropizzati
piccola ferita di luna
sul fiore di malva:
gli occhi raccolgono
l'anima rammenda
i fili sparsi
di ottobre.
su campi antropizzati
piccola ferita di luna
sul fiore di malva:
gli occhi raccolgono
l'anima rammenda
i fili sparsi
di ottobre.
martedì 2 ottobre 2018
Over Manchester
Mi affido alle nuvole
fiato sacro
di dei arcaici
sopra quest'isola
antica di nomi
e di battaglie
tra pioggia e sole
riscopro di nuovo
il volto segreto
del mio spirito.
Over Manchester, UK - 30th September 2018
fiato sacro
di dei arcaici
sopra quest'isola
antica di nomi
e di battaglie
tra pioggia e sole
riscopro di nuovo
il volto segreto
del mio spirito.
Over Manchester, UK - 30th September 2018
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