LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
Beautiful sky so blue
I would to reach you
Even if I know
That I saw
Men and men alone
Wrecking lost
For you
How did I reach this shore
and this strange state of all
Could have I been
different from this
or the destiny
chooses every piece
of our being
The smell of the wind suggests
it comes from the sea
even if it's far from here
it seems close to me
Sometimes we believe we are
so far from our needs
but if we can breath we'll find
them already here
I go on writing songs
in a complete solitude
no one hears the notes
no more
but no matter of
I am grateful
for all
The smell of the wind suggests
it comes from the sea
even if it's far from here
it seems close to me
Sometimes we believe we are
so far from our needs
but if we can breath we'll find
them already here
domenica 26 maggio 2019
sabato 25 maggio 2019
Celtic blood
LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
It’s quite gloomy springtime day
I walk alone with my old face
But sincerely I have to blame
Myself
‘cause I don’t know really my name
What I was and I became
Since I have chosen oh to change
Into who?
Since I have known about my Celtic blood
Is it true or it’s a laugh?
Since I have lost my sacred heart
I have left myself apart
What I know now I already knew
Since I was a child for sure
I really didn’t need the proof
I had in my hands all the clues
Now let me try again to go
Along the ancient greenest walk
Full of details that makes the soul
Richer than before
Since I have known about my Celtic blood
Is it true or it’s a laugh?
Since I have lost my sacred heart
I have left myself apart
What I know now I already knew
Since I was a child for sure
I really didn’t need the proof
I had in my hands all the clues
It’s quite gloomy springtime day
I walk alone with my old face
But sincerely I have to blame
Myself
‘cause I don’t know really my name
What I was and I became
Since I have chosen oh to change
Into who?
Since I have known about my Celtic blood
Is it true or it’s a laugh?
Since I have lost my sacred heart
I have left myself apart
What I know now I already knew
Since I was a child for sure
I really didn’t need the proof
I had in my hands all the clues
Now let me try again to go
Along the ancient greenest walk
Full of details that makes the soul
Richer than before
Since I have known about my Celtic blood
Is it true or it’s a laugh?
Since I have lost my sacred heart
I have left myself apart
What I know now I already knew
Since I was a child for sure
I really didn’t need the proof
I had in my hands all the clues
lunedì 20 maggio 2019
domenica 12 maggio 2019
Woodrain
La preghiera più pura
la pioggia nel bosco
sulle fronde nuove
fragili ma smaniose:
nessuna parola
nessun canto
è più vicino
a Dio.
Ma i canti antichi
le parole tramandate
di suono in sangue
di sangue in suono
ricordano quel sacro
fiato divino.
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