Easter means always rain
over the previous flames
so it's a taste of peace
and of some new believes
I take an oath to me
to start a sacred deed
just to rebuild myself
and trying to amend
Holy Friday I don't know
where is my soul I know
I have to work hardly to meet it all
The bulk of myself is lost
into a dark other world
with the prayer and the study I call it back home
My vessel is empty
I put on it some twigs
as symbols of new bet
I take with myself
I swear that I will stop
to be afraid and to boast
I'm not an ancient thane
but only a little man
Holy Friday I don't know
where is my soul I know
I have to work hardly to meet it all
The bulk of myself is lost
into a dark other world
with the prayer and the study I call it back home
I drink some holy mead
while Easter is going
with its sense of rebirth
and with this my new oath
Nella foto, particolare dell'abbazia di Frassinoro (Mo)
