What can I find, in the wood

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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

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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

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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.