LISTEN TO ASCOLTA
I know the time has gone
and now I'm no more young
but I guess there's a way
to find always new frame
to cling to the past no more
So I grope after new
advice and supposed truth
but I can wear fresh garments
and I look for beguilement
there is no proscription for me
It would be better to stay here
into the city
without travelling every day
it is a pity
I chase new projects to realize to feel myself
may be this is my brand new aim to have a chance
Here there is not a starry sky
but there's some life
Is loneliness such a delight
to tantalize?
I put down all the sticks I have to understand
if I will find the strength I need to enlighten
I'm still entranced by ghosts
some new, some others old
but I'm a bumpkin or
an
hen if I think that all that I've
left means I can't find new nests
It would be better to stay here
into the city
without travelling every day
it is a pity
I chase new projects to realize to feel myself
may be this is my brand new aim to have a chance
Here there is not a starry sky
but there's some life
Is loneliness such a delight
to tantalize?
I put down all the sticks I have to understand
if I will find the strength I need to enlighten
19th February 2020
martedì 25 febbraio 2020
sabato 22 febbraio 2020
New pace
LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
It's enough to have a little rest
in this place that I can call my nest
that suddenly I can evoke
a little bunch of some new notes
and words can woven a new song together
And meanwhile I can hinder the mess
to make me feel so slyly unless
and suddenly I can grasp some hope
from a numinous and ancient world
and it is not a formulaic surrender
So starting from now
I live for inspiration
that makes me allowed
to fight alienation
I want to live with a foot in the other world
I'll embroider thoughts
to unfold the imagination
and I'll stop to bow to
the lack of motivation
I really need to find a new pace to hold on
I have listened to many seers
along my sometimes eerie years
but suddenly I can understand
I feel so dizzy and so sad
so that I have to spill this weir of bad wont
So starting from now
I live for inspiration
that makes me allowed
to fight alienation
I want to live with a foot in the other world
I'll embroider thoughts
to unfold the imagination
and I'll stop to bow to
the lack of motivation
I really need to find a new pace to hold on
It's enough to have a little rest
in this place that I can call my nest
that suddenly I can evoke
a little bunch of some new notes
and words can woven a new song together
And meanwhile I can hinder the mess
to make me feel so slyly unless
and suddenly I can grasp some hope
from a numinous and ancient world
and it is not a formulaic surrender
So starting from now
I live for inspiration
that makes me allowed
to fight alienation
I want to live with a foot in the other world
I'll embroider thoughts
to unfold the imagination
and I'll stop to bow to
the lack of motivation
I really need to find a new pace to hold on
I have listened to many seers
along my sometimes eerie years
but suddenly I can understand
I feel so dizzy and so sad
so that I have to spill this weir of bad wont
So starting from now
I live for inspiration
that makes me allowed
to fight alienation
I want to live with a foot in the other world
I'll embroider thoughts
to unfold the imagination
and I'll stop to bow to
the lack of motivation
I really need to find a new pace to hold on
giovedì 20 febbraio 2020
Garraithe *
Il merlo conosce i segreti
dei giardini ombrosi
di questa città millenaria
il colore del suo becco
è quello della corona
dei narcisi precoci
raccolti in grappolo
come dita protese
sfumature corali
irriducibili all’uno.
* Giardino in gaelico irlandese
dei giardini ombrosi
di questa città millenaria
il colore del suo becco
è quello della corona
dei narcisi precoci
raccolti in grappolo
come dita protese
sfumature corali
irriducibili all’uno.
* Giardino in gaelico irlandese
domenica 16 febbraio 2020
Il passo del vento
Ascolto il passo del vento
sottile e profondo
muovere l'erba ocra
con le sue grandi orme
che vengon da lontano
e ancor più lontano
torneranno.
Lo ascolto orizzontale
e nudo di preghiera
in attesa di primavera
in cerca disperata
di guarigione.
sottile e profondo
muovere l'erba ocra
con le sue grandi orme
che vengon da lontano
e ancor più lontano
torneranno.
Lo ascolto orizzontale
e nudo di preghiera
in attesa di primavera
in cerca disperata
di guarigione.
martedì 4 febbraio 2020
Break the fetters
LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
Time is like ancient father
teaching me to break the fetters
to open up another new way
When I was a boy everything
seemed to me so much stirring
but now it’s difficult to feel that way
When I feel so close to springtime
I feel I have not to waste
Not a breath, a drop of time
Because life is going to change
And the fields are going to explode
While the people need more love
Imbolc opens the new springtime
But there’s winter in the haze
I feel something that can’t bide
Things are warping in new shapes
Hares are going to come out
many flowers all around
I want the mettle to ignore
My need to break the bonds
but I feel I will miss this place
And I know perfectly
this could be the last, maybe,
Imbolc celebration here
When I feel so close to springtime
I feel I have not to waste
Not a breath, a drop of time
Because life is going to change
And the fields are going to explode
While the people need more love
Imbolc opens the new springtime
But there’s winter in the haze
I feel something that can’t bide
Things are warping in new shapes
hares are going to come out
many flowers all around
Imbolc 2020
Time is like ancient father
teaching me to break the fetters
to open up another new way
When I was a boy everything
seemed to me so much stirring
but now it’s difficult to feel that way
When I feel so close to springtime
I feel I have not to waste
Not a breath, a drop of time
Because life is going to change
And the fields are going to explode
While the people need more love
Imbolc opens the new springtime
But there’s winter in the haze
I feel something that can’t bide
Things are warping in new shapes
Hares are going to come out
many flowers all around
I want the mettle to ignore
My need to break the bonds
but I feel I will miss this place
And I know perfectly
this could be the last, maybe,
Imbolc celebration here
When I feel so close to springtime
I feel I have not to waste
Not a breath, a drop of time
Because life is going to change
And the fields are going to explode
While the people need more love
Imbolc opens the new springtime
But there’s winter in the haze
I feel something that can’t bide
Things are warping in new shapes
hares are going to come out
many flowers all around
Imbolc 2020
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