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