Only the prayers build

Under this sky of gold I was told, to pray
Near this house of stone my father called, my name
and he said remember, you will always belong, to this place
and I said I surrender, to the life that is stronger, than me

While the river flows down deep into the valley
I'm trying to grow losing some pieces of me
and trying to understand, I come back again, to this place
and now with the Land, I strike a deal as, I am a new man

How many kilometres I have to run 
before having some peace 
may be I found my place inside my heart 
to stop forever my grief 

Let me put my roots deep in this soil 
waiting for the new spring 
and all my ancient thoughts I put in a coil 
so they can become clear 

The wood has always taught that there is not an end
seasons repeat their fall and their growth again
so what have I to wait? And why have I to stay? Only the prayers build
Time is appearance, like the young dreamers, that cry out of the shield

How many kilometres I have to run 
before having some peace 
may be I found my place inside my heart 
to stop forever my grief 

Let me put my roots deep in this soil 
waiting for the new spring 
and all my ancient thoughts I put in a coil 
so they can become clear

Great december

Finally I'm arrived
to taste the twilight
with my skin
with my eyes

On this ridge I want
to understand my soul
here alone
looking for God

Great December with the sun among the clouds 
I surrender to my faith on the ground 
Who have I been? 
Who will I be? 

I've escaped from all
even from my hope
now I know
it is my turn

Great December with the sun among the clouds 
I surrender to my faith on the ground 
Who have I been? 
Who will I be?

Dalla caduta delle Geminidi*

Giorni come capelli strappati
le ore stese sul filo spinato
lame di rasoio su scorze d'arancia
spartiacque delle elemosine
dalla caduta delle Geminidi:
la neve nasconde l'eclissi
del mio fragile mondo utopico
e il piccolo ragno mi osserva
dall'angolo sinistro del nord.

* Sciame meteorico che ha raggiunto il suo picco nella notte fra il 13 e il 14 dicembre.

Come back to this stone

You said you wanted to scream on the stone
scream to the south
scream to the north
say what it is right or wrong

I said I wanted to sing on the stone
under this sun
though it is cold
transforming words in prayers

It is not my fault
it was not my fault
fire come back home
fire come back to this stone

and freed my skin
and freed my soul
and freed my spirit
from all these faults

You said you wanted my challenge for
you you won't be seen
I won't be heard
so that we can reach our Lords

You said you wanted the big ears to go
far from my words
close to your world
so that the big Lord can come back home

It is not my fault
not at all, I know
fire come back home
fire come back to this stone

and freed my skin
and freed my soul
and freed my spirit
from all these faults

Pietra Beretta, 8 dicembre 2018

Come stelle accovacciate

Come stelle accovacciate
in attesa che il sole
ne cancelli ogni traccia
dagli occhi avidi.
Il cuore batte insopportabile
fino dentro alle orecchie
vorrei che si arrestasse
per ascoltare il mio dolore.


Nella foto Le Pleiadi, da http://laportadellestelle.blogspot.com/, scatto di Samuele Pinna

Quasi rimpiango

Urla Cernunno nel bosco dell'ovest
richiama il fuoco, brucia l'inverno
flebile luce sul fondo del pozzo:
mentre con l'anima lecco il tramonto
e il vento gelido allontana il giorno
affondo in un mare di vita assopita.
Quasi rimpiango l'antico potere
di solitudine il dono più grande.

1 dicembre 2018