This is an healing circle

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Sweet is the circle of the seasons 

hard is to be always in line 

while winter comes so strong I suffer 

'cause I am always in delay 

Deep is my feeling of belonging 

to this precipitous land 

sun is painting the sky of purple 

it's the blood of the dying day 

This is an healing circle 

that from the holy nature 

goes down into my veins to start to flow 

This is an healing circle 

from the wood to the candle 

that bruns still in my heart 

and it is waiting for some peace 

Only if I will be able 

to participate to this 

I will join all the great abundance 

and the extraordinary gifts 

This is an healing circle 

that from the holy nature 

goes down into my veins to start to flow 

This is an healing circle 

from the wood to the candle 

that bruns still in my heart 

and it is waiting for some peace

We all need to shine

 

Il primo timido raggio dell'alba mi ha quasi stupito, come se non l'avessi visto da tempo immemorabile. Eppure l'alba è un grande dono e ti annuncia che il tunnel cupo dell'insonnia e del dolore può essere in realtà visto come una sacra veglia. E così sono partito come non facevo da mesi, forse da anni. Ho risalito il monte, incurante della neve, incurante del freddo. Ho seguito i nostri passi, quelli degli antenati. "Under blue diamond sky I don't walk alone. Follow, I will follow. Anywhere you want, you want to go". E ho visto le pennellate rossastre colorare la neve che la notte aveva preservato intatta. Allora ho capito che forse da oggi già si può intuire la primavera: oltre il crinale innevato, nel mare, già nasce una flebile speranza. "It's time that we shine. We all need to shine" E non importa quante volte ancora sbaglieremo strada perché ogni sbaglio conduce a una nuova scoperta. In fondo la speranza è solo un'alba molto attesa, forse da troppo tempo. Come succede ai marinai. "And if we lose our way. Well, sailors, they dance and play".

Le parti in inglese sono tratte da "Christmastide" di Tori Amos

To become the winter

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I don't I don't I don't want the fear 

I know it was a terrible year 

I want to be like water to flow away so far 

I sooth my pain deep inside my heart 

Lights can be born in the womb of earth 

So let me be like water that goes into the dark 

Will we be able to stay alive? 

Don't take for granted to stay alive 

When all around people are dying 

Hope is in the new light arriving 

Will there be enough strenght to stand up 

if only one day we will be apart? 

Or we have become so craven 

to settle for this barren level 

I know I am become old as the autumn 

Am I now prompt to become the winter 

and just like the white snow, to cover all the pain 

Will we be able to stay alive? 

Don't take for granted to stay alive 

When all around people are dying 

Hope is in the new light arriving 

Will there be enough strenght to stand up 

if only one day we will be apart? 

Or we have become so craven 

to settle for this barren level

Come di nascosto

Interminabile notte 

sgorga timido il mattino

 - come di nascosto -

tra le montagne del sud

e le colline dell'ovest. 

Ho i miei polsi trafitti 

dai secondi più aguzzi 

e negli occhi pozzanghere 

ancora il riflesso 

dei sogni incompiuti.

L'ultima foglia

 

L'ultima foglia sull'acqua

appena prima dell'alba:

dobbiamo perdere tutto

per riconoscer stupiti

l'arrivo del nuovo giorno

2dicembre

 

La neve

Il respiro

La pioggia

L'inverno che nasce

tra i sottili interstizi 

di questo tempo storpio.

Nuances of soul

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Thank you for this energy 

thank you for this beauty 

thank you for being always here, to heal my soul 

Thanks also for lonelyness 

that proceeds towards the west 

I bow down in front of your deep ancient knowledge 

It is small bite of winter this evening for me 

into the fog I am walking and I feel I'm free 

It is a conflagration of emotions 

but at the same time I feel so peaceful 

It is the dynamism of the soul 

I stir the fallen leaves 

with my feet and I concieve 

new notes and words that can bestow some peace 

Freedom is the birthright 

the hallmark of a true life 

only here I can see the nuances of soul 

It is small bite of winter this evening for me 

into the fog I am walking and I feel I'm free 

It is a conflagration of emotions 

but at the same time I feel so peaceful 

It is the dynamism of the soul 

11th November 2020

Albeit

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holy nature, tell me what 

can I find to go beyond 

this night that seems so long 

that sometimes I feel I’m lost 

 

Holy nature, tell me now 

speak to me or I’ll be out 

in the desert that I’ve found 

I’m alone albeit in the crowd 

 

What you need 

is to come back 

to when you were 

a better man 

 

Maybe it was 

the loneliness 

or the magic 

in your hands 

 

This disruption in the sound 

of the universe so loud 

means that it has been allowed 

to forget the holy house 

 

While we all have to learn 

by rote the sacred words 

to repeat them in the world 

albeit it is going to fall 

 

Hideously 

your good friends 

are disappeared 

in dark lands 

 

Don’t look for 

the revenge 

be a free man 

without fence 

 

11th November 2020

On the Samhain morning

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

On the Samhain morning 

everything 

seems to be frozen by the time 

on the Samhain morning 

I believe 

the ineffable can be catched by the mind 

 

I am walking in the woods 

forth the sky 

my quest today must find 

a gush of a new mood 

to try 

to well my strength here inside 

 

It is a silent morning 

even the leaves stand on the trees 

I nod without knowing 

while the gnarled thoughts move into me 

 

what is happening I don't know 

but we are going to understand 

it's a constant ebb and flow 

we bestow and then call back 

 

I am adamant always 

but sometimes 

I have to hush my inner chat 

to peep behind the curtains 

of the time 

to know which is the right prep 

 

It is a silent morning 

even the leaves stand on the trees 

I nod without knowing 

while the gnarled thoughts move into me 

 

what is happening I don't know 

but we are going to understand 

it's a constant ebb and flow 

we bestow and then call back 

 

1st November 2020

Starinsomnia

 

La luna è tramontata 

poco dopo mezzanotte 

sul pianoro a sud ovest: 

insonnia fatta di stelle 

montagne specchio del cosmo 

l’anima che a fatica 

rimane nel simulacro.

Conair *

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Non ci sono più i sentieri 

per entrare nel bosco 

e ascoltar la sera 

con le foglie addosso

una ad una come note 

melodia antica sulla pelle 

carezza sacra di Dio

 

   * "Sentiero" in gaelico irlandese

Three glasses of wine and apples

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

This is the first Samhain alone 

into this silent house so old 

all the friends are gone 

all the hopes are cold 

sadness twofold 

But on the table I have got 

three glasses of wine and apples  

one is for the dead beloveds 

one is for spirits and gods 

one for my soul 

The secret is all 

into the balance 

of the fire with the water 

of the death with the life 

I really yearn 

to strengthen resistance 

to esc from this nightmare 

with dignity and time 

I feel there is out a wagon 

full of an amount of records 

Samhain means to remember 

also who we were 

before 

The secret is all 

into the balance 

of the fire with the water 

of the death with the life 

I really yearn 

to strengthen resistance 

to esc from this nightmare 

with dignity and time 

Samhain 2020, 31st October 2020

Striving red

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

So life does not give rest, it's something I should know 

it is a constant challenge for body and soul 

I have to find back all the strength that I had 

in front of me I see months of striving red 

I know that I can fall down with a little blow 

all the mistakes I've done have made me feeble 

the fiddles have stopped to play in my head 

in front of me I see only barren lands 

I hope that one day I'll be better 

in the name of all that I've learned 

and I will have a gilded leather 

to save me from all that is wrong 

But bloody autumn is just started 

how to survive into this fold? 

Jumbles of tokens were arrived 

but we have chosen to ignore them all 

I try to breath to increase my so faint hope 

listening to the rustle of leaves of autumn 

I've to remain a bit deluded that 

all this pain only will dab myself  

I hope that one day I'll be better 

in the name of all that I've learned 

and I will have a gilded leather 

to save me from all that is wrong 

But bloody autumn is just started 

how to survive into this fold? 

Jumbles of tokens were arrived 

but we have chosen to ignore them all

Shift

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing else to change 

or everything? 

It is in the air 

what I think 

Among the vineyards, the past has given its fruits 

The future will run, as it was foreseen by druids 

 

We have lost our faith 

it’s a sin 

now that we can wait 

for Samhain 

also the friendship has an incurable ill 

yes we are alone as we have never been 

 

When you stop yourself 

from changing 

you turn on the fear 

and you’re lazing 

so, let yourself becoming someone else 

that, if you’ve got firm roots, they will help 

 

It’s a Samhain of change 

don’t be crazy 

try to connect the land 

be partaking 

of the world shift so poignant 

but remain yourself deep in the heart 

 

I endow myself 

of the lore 

atavistic and 

also new 

And this dark nightmare that shows more hearses than hopes 

will end as soon as we will stop to starve our souls 

 

When you stop yourself 

from changing 

you turn on the fear 

and you’re lazing 

so, let yourself becoming someone else 

that, if you’ve got firm roots, they will help 

 

It’s a Samhain of change 

don’t be crazy

try to connect the land 

be partaking 

of the world shift so poignant 

but remain yourself deep in the heart

Cielo provvisorio

Ci sono ancora le stelle 

nel cielo provvisorio 

della fine del mondo 

e una falce di luna 

come sorriso storpio 

di un Dio esterrefatto: 

oltre la vigna spogliata 

l’orizzonte ci osserva 

in escatologica attesa.

Inermi

 Conosco questa pioggia

 amante atavica
 che cauterizza il sole
 e ci riscopre inermi
 in attesa di cadere
 dentro noi stessi.
 

 La polvere del tempo
 non ha odore
 fino a che la pioggia
 con le dita tantriche
 non la riscopre
 vergine illusa.

Were friends

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I take some minutes 

just to reflect 

on what does it mean to have friends 

people that sometimes 

seem more than brothers 

and the next moment suddenly strangers 

it is hard to believe 

for me 

 

I found myself 

so weak again 

since I can hardly understand 

years melt into 

just few months 

and distance becomes an ocean 

between two people that 

were friends 

 

You said you missed me 

but you are disappeared 

it was your choice 

but you say it’s me 

who decided, to go far 

who chose to stay apart 

 

I have discovered 

there is no “always” 

only transition from friends to nothing 

no explanation 

often was given 

simply “be able to accept the change” 

and “we are far but, believe, so near” 

 

You said you missed me 

but you are disappeared 

it was your choice 

but you say it’s me 

who decided, to go far 

who chose to stay apart

Steadfast

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Suddenly the autumn has come 

in the fields and into my heart 

yes I've done so many mistakes 

like the leaves I've to change my face 

before I decide to fall down 

I am not steadfast as before 

and there is no praise I adore 

and I wander along trackless life 

while I fling pieces of me where I 

have never thought to find  

The start of the fall 

is something that I know 

it's the ruse to lure me to hope  

The start of the fall 

is both warm and cold 

as it is so soothing and bold 

Suddenly I have found myself 

slumbering into my same hands 

while I had really to use them 

to turn the handle and then 

to open the next door 

The start of the fall 

is something that I know 

it's the ruse to lure me to hope 

The start of the fall 

is both warm and cold 

as it is so soothing and bold

Is it September a question or an answer?

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a day! 

I have seen the wind blowing 

you have seen my face smiling 

in the rain 

 

What a day! 

Mountains of clouds are covered 

I believe I can be better 

than what I am 

 

Is it September a question or an answer? 

Why is it lurking always out of my garden? 

Its first day always brings a new strand, a new hint

 … and I follow it to find me! 

 

What a day! 

Sometimes in my wretch life 

there are moments of pure joy 

with no sense 

 

What a day!

Can a place become all? 

I feel part of the whole 

only here 

 

Is it September a question or an answer? 

Why is it lurking always out of my garden? 

Its first day always brings a new strand, a new hint 

… and I follow it to find me!

 

1st September 2020

Frome the ridge

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the rain comes 

suddenly 

in this house where 

I'd want to live 

 

I cannot not to sing 

A new song as a gift 

 

Without notice comes 

also, sadness 

it is not a choice 

it is weakness 

 

I cannot not to cry 

it is just a way to try 

 

I love so much the smell of the rain 

That comes down from the ridge in this place 

It is fierce and so sweet at the same 

Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 

 

In this messy 

clutter here 

I imagine 

As it could be 

 

After the end of my work 

Will be comfortable 

 

I love so much the smell of the rain 

That comes down from the ridge in this place 

It is fierce and so sweet at the same 

Sky is blessing while it is so enraged 

 

29th august 2020

Reddening

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

While the nature is reddening 

and the sun is descending 

 the first rain after months 

is blessing all the world 

While the daylight is shortening 

sense of balance is in the air 

the day is like the night 

the sun falls in the west side 

Facing the autumn I remember 

all the things I've gained and all the things I've lost 

I know this is the last harvest 

So I make my best to collect my hopes 

While the fall is just starting 

and the cold is arriving 

we check the things we've got 

before the winter blow 

And I know that very soon 

the deep gold will substitute 

the green into the woods 

under a sky so blue 

Facing the autumn I remember 

all the things I've gained and all the things I've lost 

I know this is the last harvest 

So I make my best to collect my hopes 

In front of me the twilight 

the perfect west it signs 

and the two mountains are 

like the breast of woman 

 20th September 2020

Il sole di settembre

 

Il sole di settembre 

allinea le colline: 

soldati schierati 

(i muscoli possenti 

e le vene gonfie 

pronte ad esplodere 

con la vendemmia) 

certi della sconfitta 

contro all'inverno.

I need some strength back

 LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Is it the moon 

 the mirror of the silence 

over these moors 

where does survive my fire? 

I am only past thoughts 

and unless endeavours 

I need some strength back 

Is it the wood 

the secret of the peace 

where west is blue 

and the east brightly appears? 

Before the bedroom 

as a cloak covers all 

I will run as a stag 

What can I say? 

After the hills, the sea 

that speaks so silently 

to say there's no distinction 

between the elements and us 

Have I been sage 

Before becoming dead? 

My mind goes laze 

and body is erased 

My soul is baffling 

while it is rattled 

and autumns is not far 

What can I say? 

After the hills, the sea 

that speaks so silently 

to say there's no distinction 

between the elements and us 

25th August 2020, Case Poggio, Neirone, Liguria

after 20 years

 

Listen to - ascolta 

This is what I do 

after 20 years 

this is all my truth 

after 20 years 

I have passed through the biggest storms 

I have passed over all the hopes 

but I am still here 

I have changed my rules 

so many times 

the sadness has loomed 

over my sad life 

I have seen people leaving me 

I have prayed gods and cried tears 

but I am still here 

after 20 years 

I am here to say 

I am still a page 

of your giant book my God 

as a leaf of the deep wood 

after 20 year 

nothing really changed 

even if it's changed 

but I am become a man 

without reaching a new land 

It is the same path 

after 20 years 

and the same old room 

when I've fought the fear 

there are signs and also some clue 

that my life will end in this wood 

after 20 years 

I am here to say 

I am still a page 

of your giant book my God 

as a leaf of the deep wood 

after 20 year 

nothing really changed 

even if it's changed 

but I am become a man 

without reaching a new land

My 40th birthday

This is what I call beauty

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

This is what I call beauty 

the sweet wind of the west 

the stars over my head 

and noises from the wood, in my ears 

This is what I call beauty 

the shapes of the old oaks 

looming up to the north

and my steps silently losing 

I don't have to think only 

of our misery 

'cause I've always known 

we are eternity 

I don't have to think only 

of my misery 

'cause I always can 

become a better man 

The nights of august are magic 

the falling of the stars 

the warmth so pleasant 

while I can find a rest, for my heart 

I don't have to think only 

of our misery 

'cause I've always known 

we are eternity 

I don't have to think only 

of my misery 

'cause I always can 

become a better man 

To avoid the ravine

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

It was one day before 

He said belong to me or go away 

But I wanted to know 

Is my faith enough or I've to pray 

 And that time I felt, I could be aware 

It will be one day before 

that everything would fall apart 

I will try not to bolt 

I will underpin my poor old heart 

And that day we'll know how, to avoid the ravine 

Into our deepest thoughts 

we know what is right and what is true 

and the world outside 

is nothing but a shadow in the blue 

So walking back to my life 

I understand I can't lie 

no more 

I'm enraged to myself 

when I think to all that I have sold out 

without thinking that the time 

like a candle it continuously burns out 

I feel there is a weir 

an unpalatable barrier 

to blow 

I know, one day before 

the angels will say it could be late 

to recover the souls 

and to let them fly over the flames 

It is the only way, to avoid the ravine 

Into our deepest thoughts 

we know what is right and what is true 

and the world outside 

is nothing but a shadow in the blue 

So walking back to my life 

I understand I can't lie 

no more 

I'm enraged to myself 

when I think to all that I have sold out 

without thinking that the time 

like a candle it continuously burns out 

I feel there is a weir 

an unpalatable barrier 

to blow 

When the moon is in the west

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 








When the moon is in the west
oh I can dip myself
into this ancient and so sacred land

When the moon is in the west
along this mountains
I like to call my old purity back

When the moon is in the west
a new blend I can have
and I can feel as fierce as accursed

When the moon is in the west
I can pray without rest
to all the gods that speak to me sometimes

When the moon is in the west
I can guess I'm the last
to watch the moon performing its sunset

Il sapor del fuoco

Sono i lampi ululanti

a scolpir nottetempo 

le foglie frugali 

della vite antica 

a donare ai frutti

il sapor del fuoco

An hope

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA








Let's have an hope
let's have an hope
it's the only way
to go on

Let's have an hope
as I can know
now at all
which is my goal

I've burnt my diaries
even if they're pretty
'cause the past is a trick
to me

One day an home
for my soul
may be I'll go
where I belong

If I am grown
I feel thankful
it is a road
so long

The witches are still here
they always can help me
from the crawl space they see
and read

To berth

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA










This is my place to be
and I will always be
close to the oldest fields
so green

From the windows I see
some quaint and lovely peaks
and the big stag which leaps
out here

The little insect is mislaid 
 is crying but it seems to pray 
the stars fill now the sky 
the night they clarify 

And suddenly I feel better 
the burdensome matters 
they melt inside vastness 
they flee over a mare 

One day I will live here
to bury all my fears
and the past when it sears
it’s clear

There’s no accursed fact
while I can feel intact
and all the past can help
to berth

The little insect is mislaid 
 is crying but it seems to pray 
the stars fill now the sky 
the night they clarify 

And suddenly I feel better 
the burdensome matters 
they melt inside vastness 
they flee over a mare 

 27th June 2020

Verso l’imbrunire

Verso l’imbrunire
il granoturco indica
le prime stelle
i girasoli annaspano
nell’incertezza
i miei occhi sognano
una quieta notte
sotto il mantello sacro
del firmamento

What can I find, in the wood

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 








What can I find, in the wood
just before the solstice
what can I find, in the wood
just after the sunset

I can find a feather
left by a magpie
I can find a lesson
I need to learn

There's a world here to discover 
and the summer is just started 
I can be a new born fire 
I can be a my new desire 

There's a world here to discover
and the summer is now here 
I can reach all that I hanker 
only by climbing a ladder 

What can I find, in the wood
just before the summer
what can I find, in the wood
just after the springtime

I can dip my soul
into the twilight
I was always told
it's a precious time

There's a world here to discover 
and the summer is just started 
I can be a new born fire 
I can be my new desire 

There's a world here to discover 
and the summer is now here 
I can reach all that I hanker 
only by climbing a ladder

20th JUne 2020. Alban Hefin

Iperico

L'alba del solstizio
iperico nel vento
nello stagno di crinale
le rane conoscono ancora
il nome ancestrale
dell'estate.

White flags on the field

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA









It's everytime you fall and the day after
you try to rise again
It's on those times you show to yourself
that you can become a man

It's not a trodden path the one I walk
along but I can't bolt
While everything is new and also old
It is bitterly absurd

I see white flags on the field 
that once was our field 
and there is no other thing 
if not to believe 
that I can pass over the ravine 
if it is shallow 

Bitter and mellow both, is the life
with a weir on its course
I gently flee and then, I come back
as I open and fold

I see white flags on the field 
that once was our field 
and there is no other thing 
if not to believe 
that I can pass over the ravine 
if it is shallow

Indigene

Sono riapparse le lucciole
della notte indigene:
lampeggii nel buio
speranze affilate
coscienze elettriche
e poi più nulla.





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Afternoons at home

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA









It's in these afternoons at home
that I can understand where I'm gone
if I am grown or if I'm still a child
If I've the loam to nourish future tries

I dowse over my body to learn
where are the parts of me that suffer
and then I put them into the light
as the lore teaches since the ancient times

what do I hanker in my life 
this is the secret I keep inside 
and I'll need a lifelong work 
to understand what is worth 
for me 

I'm clumsy as a toad that flies 
but as a rockbuck so agile 
and I swallow all the words 
that are right and that are wrong 
to me 

It's in these afternoons at home
I feel both a thrush and a boar
So many debris I have got inside
but also mirth into the depth of mine

what do I hanker in my life 
this is the secret I keep inside 
and I'll need a lifelong work 
to understand what is worth 
for me 

I'm clumsy as a toad that flies 
but as a rockbuck so agile 
and I swallow all the words 
that are right and that are wrong 
to me

Attrito

Respiro la luce
del sole di giugno
il pianoforte muove
le foglie dei pioppi:
la danza scomposta
l'attrito unico
che si oppongono
all'incessante corsa
del tempo.

Lenzuola

Le punta dei nostri piedi
sotto le lenzuola
     - baldacchino di quiete -
indicano il cielo
in attesa che il sonno
ci conduca ad esso.

Driadi *

Il salmodiare sacro
della pioggia astuta
riesce ad assopire
le antiche driadi:
nel fradicio fragore
di foglie sbalordite
le ninfe s'adagiano
e dormono d'un sonno
più esteso del tempo.

Poi tornerà il sole
a chiamarle furtivo
all'amor rigoglioso.

* Nella mitologia greca le driadi sono originariamente le ninfe delle querce, ma successivamente tutte le ninfe degli alberi sono chiamate con questo nome.

La storia passare

Dalla piccola finestra
a sguincio verso l'esterno
come nelle case di una volta
osservo la storia passare
ne vedo solo una frazione
piccola e rettangolare
ma soppeso ogni immagine
con gusto antropologico.

Cosa accade al mondo?
Incomprensibile follia
corre interstiziale
come virus culturale
nelle vene spaccate
dell'umanità.

Awareness can loom

LISTEN TO  - ASCOLTA









How many troubles Beltaine
that are flowing in my veins?
What can I do to find, solutions?
How can I remain alive? Dilution

I feel your energy Beltaine
into the wood with sun or rain
How can I do to pass through, your flame
How can I do to feel me better, than my state

I've understood all I've to do 
it's to increase Nwyfre* 
not only a word that I have learned 
it's the good new fever 

It's everything I have missed 
and that I'm looking for 
and now the new awareness can loom 

While afternoon is coming night
there is something I feel so right
it is what we call the evening, or faith
it's what I miss more than everything, my aim

I've understood all I've to do 
it's to increase Nwyfre 
not only a word that I have learned 
it's the good new fever 

It's everything I have missed 
and that I'm looking for 
and now the new awareness can loom 


2nd May 2020 

* Nwyfre (NOO-iv-ruh) literally translates as “sky” or “heaven” and refers to the life force or vital energy that is in each of us

Il vuoto dei morti

Cosa resta di me
oltre all'inchiostro?

Le parole giovani
di un amore atteso
che poteva essere
ciò che non fu

Le sere sacre
del primo autunno
profumi antichi
accanto alla stufa.

Chi non è più.
Chi non c'è più.

In una sola pagina
di quasi vent'anni
la vita di un altro
che forse ero io.

Oggi è siccità
e ricordo d'essere
rimane soltanto
il vuoto dei morti.

Ierofania *

Sul confine fra ombra e luce
(linea affilata, anime affacciate)
vedo il meriggio imbarcarsi
alla volta del vespro ieratico:
alternanza inconsapevole
eppure fulcro ancestrale
d'ogni icastico respiro.


* Manifestazione del sacro

Beyond the hedgerow

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA









I am here waiting for the rain and its blessing
into this garden that seems wet only by dew
Beyond the hedgerow what?
Maybe another world

I know this weather calls a sacred evening
Can I collect my thoughts like I would sew?
Beyond the hedgerow what?
Maybe another world

So I celebrate lonely 
imagining what I would love 
I think to all of you 
into your sacred sacred groves 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

It seems I can see you 
dancing and praying bare at all 
while your fire's burning you 
jolt your soul to let it go 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

I can remember all my past celebrations
and in each one there is a big lesson
Beyond the hedgerow what?
Maybe another world

So I celebrate lonely 
imagining what I would love 
I think to all of you 
into your sacred sacred groves 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

It seems I can see you 
dancing and praying bare at all 
while you fire's burning 
you jolt your soul to let it go 
beyond the hedgerow 
around the whole world 

Beltaine 2020

Meliadi

Il vento occulta il dialogo
sottile tra i due frassini
sul nuovo sole che avanza
sulla luna ormai scomparsa
in attesa che il tramonto
nasconda le ombre sacre
e possano le meliadi *
uscire nella dolce sera
per dichiarare amore
al firmamento.

Forse arriverà una sera
anche per noi
e i ricordi saranno diamanti
per condurci incantati
verso casa.

* Nella mitologia greca sono le ninfe del frassino; tra di loro ci sono anche quelle che accudirono Zeus neonato.

Abbandonamento

Abbandonamento
la notte dell'essere
vi siete parlate ancora
sotto la chiesa
accanto al suo giardino
per vagare nel passato
su sentieri di parole
senza incontrarvi altrove
se non nei miei sogni
ma non c'è raccolto
in un campo arato
e mai seminato
soltanto foresta
di lontananza.

Una per una

La pioggia silenziosa
entra dai miei occhi fradici
e mi percorre le vene
una per una
come sentieri impervi
di montagne nebbiose
e mi cuce sulla pelle
questa brughiera santa.

Gaoth *

È un vento che profuma
di cose antiche
e sposta i passeri sul frassino
e i merli sulla quercia
solleva i semi in superficie
per condurli lontano
dove occhi umani eretici
non possono osare.

Il mio male piombo
non può sollevarsi
attende mani forti
più del vento.

* “vento” in gaelico

Only the paths of the animals remain

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 









Only the paths of the animals remain
to guide my feet towards the west
in this Land nature is winning

May be this uncanny time we have
and that people cannot understand
will bring a change of culture

So in a very close future 
nature will be again our tutor 
a new world 
a new health 
we will back in the Land 

Feel into your deepest marrow 
we are made of light and shadow 
our wand 
is the word 
we use to call back our God 

Look at the gnarled bough above your head
it is there before you were born on this land
you are just a little sprig

But from your ankle towards your neck
you perceive you're something more than a lad
when you utter your true name

So in a very close future 
nature will be again our tutor 
a new world 
a new health 
we will back in the Land 

Feel into your deepest marrow 
we are made of light and shadow 
our wand 
is the word 
we use to call back our God 

5th April 2020

Manṭiq aṭ-ṭàir*

In questa Pasqua asettica
la sola lingua parlata
è quella degli uccelli
che benedicono il sole
generoso e abbondante
mentre inonda il giardino
e riempe di luce antica
la sclera bianca dei miei occhi.


* “Il verbo degli uccelli” è un poema in persiano di Farīd ad-dīn ʻAṭṭār.