It’s Christmas time so cruel sometimes

 

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The snow is melting 

 the lights are coloured 

and I can see the emptiness 

conquering my heart 

 

I feel so lazy 

I do want nothing 

and I have nothing to say 

to anyone out there 

 

It’s Christmas time so cruel sometimes 

 

This time full of glory 

is always a promise 

to feel a bit better 

to make some good choices 

 

I don’t want to waste 

also these sacred days 

it’s a simple prayer 

that I say to myself 

 

The night is silent 

the moon still so big 

and I have never felt 

so little before 

 

I feel so lonely 

as in my youth 

what can I do to 

catch somewhere some truth? 

 

It’s Christmas time so cruel sometimes

 

This time full of glory 

is always a promise 

to feel a bit better 

to make some good choices 

 

I don’t want to waste 

also these sacred days 

it’s a simple prayer 

that I say to myself

A promise to be sowed

 

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Looking for the mistletoe 

along this so windy road 

that I have always known 

to the south west I go 

 

‘cause it’s the last direction 

to have got the evening gold 

before a light newborn 

a promise to be sowed 

 

so even if we are in the deep darkness 

to say there’s a new light is not a joke 

and from today it can arise 

 each day much more, we’ll be surprised 

 

so even if I wait for the new winter 

and it will be a long frozen one 

yes from today I have to arise 

I swear in front of this dazzling sky 

 

Sky is full of mistletoe 

the one that can give the oak 

of this bright flash yellow 

far from the gray autumn 

 

I can feel so grateful 

for this gift so precious 

nobody else can hold 

this golden bough, at all 

 

so even if we are in the deep darkness 

to say there’s a new light is not a joke 

and from today it can arise 

each day much more, we’ll be surprised 

 

so even if I wait for the new winter 

and it will be a long frozen one 

yes from today I have to arise 

I swear in front of this dazzling sky 

 

Christmas / Alban Arthan 2021

Sud est

 

 L’alba promette fuoco 

 dal sud est acrilico 

 ma i rami spogli 

 bianchi di gelo 

 sono ossa sparse 

 su campi nucleari

To abandon

 

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In these nights I own the possibility to die or to grow 

it is not a must to change oh everything of what I was 

going towards a future that I can only imagine 

strewing pieces of myself that can become some hinges 

 

In these nights the cold of this late autumn going straight to winter 

It gives the sense to have a dyed place only to stay warm 

and the scream of the loneliness can become so loud 

on the opposite site there’s the appalling crowd 

 

Left alone outside the world 

in the place to which I belong 

I am used to say I’m always wrong 

But who am I to say I am wrong? 

 

There’s subtler feeling I love 

that makes me think I am not 

the culprit for all the things I’ve lost 

and all I have to do is to abandon 

 

And the sky tonight has got the perspicuity to understand my mood 

It can woo my thoughts with an affability as only God can do 

and I can cry without crying at all 

and sometimes to find back the really right words 

 

Left alone outside the world 

in the place to which I belong 

I am used to say I’m always wrong 

But who am I to say I am wrong? 

 

There’s subtler feeling I love 

that makes me think I am not 

the culprit for all the things I’ve lost 

and all I have to do is to abandon

Spirit of the land

 

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When the evening came 

in this empty domain 

I saw the fog conquering everything 

 

I can have no complain 

I’ve chosen this sad fate 

far from the men but close to the belief 

 

Spirit of the land 

behind the fog you stand 

and I am here to listen to your whispers 

Spirit of the land 

please look at my intent 

I’m shattered but I want still to believe 

 

Let me thresh my sakes 

that are poisoned snakes 

to hasten beyond all the hindrances 

 

Trimming all the heads 

that have ruined my past 

the wrath can be replaced by the faith 

 

Spirit of the land 

behind the fog you stand 

and I am here to listen to your whispers 

Spirit of the land 

please look at my intent 

I’m shattered but I want still to believe

Falena

 

 …quando viene sera 

 - falena che morde il cuore - 

 resto soltanto io 

 nel buio 

 vedo gli altri 

 risplendere 

 lontani.

Shedding snake

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

During this night of Samhain 

I am a shedding snake 

pondering the things that have been 

but with a different taste 

and in my ritual, I use 

the same old stones, but alone 

In this ritual of Samhain 

I am a different man f

ar from my old vivacity 

without protecting fence 

the starkness of the season, I feel 

the lack of any reason, there is 

Celebrate the new year 

burning away the fear 

of having lost someone 

you thought close to your heart 

Celebrate the new year 

building a temple here 

near to the fireplace 

and to the old stone face 

Over the corners the candles 

they hardly cope the dark 

and they can never dazzle 

they’re only little sparks 

the few leftover lights, inside 

I’ve to keep them alive, this time 

Celebrate the new year 

burning away the fear 

of having lost someone 

you thought close to your heart 

Celebrate the new year 

building a temple here 

near to the fireplace 

and to the old stone face 

Samhain 2021

I have lost the music

 

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It is during this evening 

that I can understand 

looking at the ceiling 

that seems a mirror glass 

 

While I’m lying in a bed 

that is not mine 

trying to comprehend 

who I am really become 

 

It’s the light of the fall 

coming from the half closed window 

that announces the new cycle 

what is gone has to be gone 

 

I have to stop to linger 

over my ravaging past 

forsaking my dreams 

before losing all I’ve got 

 

I have lost the music 

at the end of the year 

under this dark sky 

morning seems a brighter night 

 

I have lost my music 

reason of my life 

bumping into a silence 

that I really do not like 

 

Samhain opens the gates 

but I need to seal some doors 

browsing the old great pages 

the chaff I have to give off 

 

I become a winnower 

even if I strife a lot 

to understand what is over 

and what it is going on 

 

I have lost the music 

at the end of the year 

under this dark sky 

morning seems a brighter night 

 

I have lost my music 

reason of my life 

bumping into a silence 

that I really do not like

Sangue bianco

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In equilibrio obliquo 

sul sottile crinale 

d'asfalto lucido 

di foglie macchiato 

la luna gronda nuvole 

di sangue bianco 

spio me stesso e

la mia ombra 

camminare 

sbriciolarsi.

 

 

Fullmoon, 20th October 2021

Setaccio

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fragile cielo d’ottobre 

lastra d’ossidiana 

nuvole seni gonfi 

il mio cranio è un setaccio 

trattiene pensieri spessi 

pietre iscritte nel sangue 

e la notte nasconde la pioggia 

sotto il mantello pece

rimane solo l’odore 

del tempo suicida.

Un mese

 

 Soltanto un mese alla fine 

 le foglie saranno coperta 

 la morte madre di vita 

 nel mistero più grande: 

 spreco di luce 

 vita appesa 

 ricamo di pioggia 

 dagli occhi  

 fino al cielo.

My white angel

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It’s a long time I don’t come here 

but now that summer is dying 

I feel the need to feel right 

and the need to pray 

 

It’s a long time I don’t breath 

this air so purifying 

that ennobles my sad life 

heedlessly I stay 

 

But walking here 

I feel I miss so deep 

my white angel 

 

Yes today is gone away 

in the morning with no blame 

but I remember… him along these paths in the wood 

 

It’s a long time the rain is far 

but now the fall will bring it 

and these dried and speckled fields 

will be green 

 

It’s a long time I don’t feel free 

like I was in the past years 

but the praiseworthy gear 

will bring them back 

 

But walking here 

I feel I miss so deep 

my white angel 

 

Yes today is gone away 

in the morning with no blame 

but I remember… him along these paths in the wood 

 

 

17th September 2021 (dedicated to my dog Joke, dead today)

This immense tinge

 

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Ask the waters what to do to grow 

Pray to the waters to heal your soul 

On the lake the wind sings a song 

I am trying to catch some notes 

and to find in my mind which words I can put on these tunes 

 

What happened to me? I felt so free 

And now I am the slave of everyone else’s opinion 

I hanker to cease this endless whirl 

to soar once again forth this immense tinge 

 

On the waters I can make a vow 

To take back the helm of my life 

I am lost in the canny crowd 

now I know, I’ve again to glide 

around the girt of this lake to catch its peaceful breath 

 

What happened to me? I felt so free 

And now I am the slave of everyone else’s opinion 

I hanker to cease this endless whirl 

to soar once again forth this immense tinge 

 

Lago Santo Modenese, 24th august 2021

Setto interatriale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

È soltanto un filo 

l’equilibrio: 

lama del tramonto 

fra due montagne 

strale che indica l’ovest, 

setto interatriale * 

fra le stanze del cuore, 

linea interstiziale 

fra luce e ombra 

tappeto per far danzare 

una bambina. 

 

21 settembre 2021, Alban Elfed, Equinozio d’autunno 

* Il setto interatriale è una lamina di forma irregolarmente quadrata che separa i due atri del cuore

Settembre

 

Settembre è filo spinato 

che unisce i miei anni 

ladri inconsapevoli 

di un tempo che cade 

come foglie giovani 

ma già vecchie 

come vento silente 

in attesa di pioggia. 

Ogni settembre è porta 

verso un cielo inedito.

The moon is pregnant

 

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The moon is pregnant 

my birthday evening 

I am alone but 

I feel I’m living 

The light comes over 

the highest mountains  

I am becoming old 

repenting thoughts 

What else to say if I don’t know 

where to plunge to find some love 

what else to say if every year 

I find myself so sad but here 

I would like to be pregnant too 

of something that can be my truth 

to comes out from this sea of lies 

and shadows 

I am so far from what I had thought 

I would have been since my youth 

time is ticking now in my gut 

I’m lost 

The moon is pregnant 

I feel so barren 

even the words 

are hard to find 

What else to say if I don’t know 

where to plunge to find some love 

what else to say if every year 

I find myself so sad but here 

I would like to be pregnant too 

of something that can be my truth 

to comes out from this sea of lies 

and shadows 

I am so far from what I had thought 

I would have been since my youth 

time is ticking now in my gut 

I’m lost 

19th August 2021, my birthday

No sprout

 

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The leaves are falling dead 

on the dried soil 

I am not falling yet 

I don’t know why 

I hope that can come here 

something stronger than me 

I am stopping to sing 

what will feed me? 

A muckle of grey stones 

covers the burned field 

there is no proper word 

to utter in this wind 

I thought I could outgrow 

all the obstacles 

but I am here alone 

siblings all are gone 

I thought I’d got something 

yes I had got something 

nobody else has got 

I don’t know what it was 

exactly but I know 

it was what made me not desperate 

when I was alone and without hope 

where it’s gone I need now to know 

There is no sprout at all 

in this summer 

the same is in my soul 

I’m seething and cold 

only in the evening 

I can find some peace 

when there is some humming 

of insects courting 

I thought I’d got something 

yes I had got something 

nobody else has got 

I don’t know what it was 

exactly but I know 

it was what made me not desperate 

when I was alone and without hope 

where it’s gone I need now to know

Resistere

 

Resiste il campanile 

pilastro nel vento 

tra vortici d'erba secca 

e segreti distopici

oscurati dal sole

Water and air

 

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With my face on the surface 

of the water of the stream 

suddenly I feel it is 

everything all right 

It caresses oh my skin 

it seems music in the ears 

suddenly there is nothing 

of wrong in my life 

Then, the wind after the rain 

has got a special special name 

it speaks to me like it can always know my fate 

The wind after the rain 

has got a special special taste 

it seems that the summer with autumn has been blended 

It’s the power of the water 

in connection with the air 

no one can threaten my soul 

if I can feel them inside 

Then, the wind after the rain 

has got a special special name 

it speaks to me like it can always know my fate 

The wind after the rain 

has got a special special taste 

it seems that the summer with autumn has been blended

On the border

 

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I have no time to heed my savage side 

I am to busy to catch some life 

that could be the one I wanted before 

that may be the best life at all 

 

I have a life that I am going to sell 

in order to find myself 

I have to outgrow my past times 

during which I thought to be arrived 

 

Are there some moments in this crazy war 

when I can try to be again myself 

and to remember all my past deeds 

without sadness but being happy? 

 

I’m on the border of this big change 

I’m going to lose what I thought I have gained 

and I can’t manage all this sense of waste 

and there’s no one that can show me the way 

 

Without an house I’m going to understand 

what is right to find my utter self 

the essential could be the whole world 

the forbearance the best skill of God 

 

Are there some moments in this crazy war 

when I can try to be again myself 

and to remember all my past deeds 

without sadness but being happy? 

 

I’m on the border of this big change 

I’m going to lose what I thought I have gained 

and I can’t manage all this sense of waste 

and there’s no one that can show me the way 

 

8th June 2021

Rane

 

Il lamento delle rane 

sotto le stelle arcuate 

lontane le voci di seppia 

che scolorano il cielo.

Il salice accarezza

le sponde del vento

i sogni si sbriciolano

nella valle immensa.

Ho bruciato il mio nome

 

Ho bruciato il mio nome 

ultimo sacrificio 

rito di passaggio 

sotto il vecchio noce 

 

Le mie ossa appoggiate 

tra i ricordi accatastati 

nell'attesa distopica 

di un nuovo nido

The last here

 

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Into the circle 

the last circle here 

I perform a ritual 

the last ritual here 

and I am full of gratitude 

and I am full of forgiveness 

but I know this place will remain in my heart 

This is the last goodbye 

to this house and to this life 

it was a ten years fairytale 

I thought I could be enough for me 

and now I declare my failure 

Under this old tree 

I passed my life 

watching the walnuts 

ten years passed by 

and I am so full of respect 

and I hope nobody can damage 

 this ancient spirit when I will be away 

This is the last goodbye 

to this house and to this life 

it was a ten years fairytale 

I thought I could be enough for me 

and now I declare my failure

A sorta fairytale with you

 

Quando vivi solo, la tua casa diventa quasi come un’amante. La sera, all’uscita dal lavoro, non vedi l’ora di tornare da lei o da lui. Per porre fine ai pensieri e stenderti in pace accanto a lei/lui. Ogni cosa della casa diventa uno specchio dei tuoi desideri e soffri quando noti qualche dettaglio che si discosta da questa visione ideale. Poi, magari, riesci a cambiare un particolare e a fare pace con la casa che dopo ti piace ancora di più. Nelle sere d'inverno, quando il freddo picchia forte fuori, non c’è nulla di più bello che scaldarsi nel suo abbraccio. Eppure, come una bella storia per mille diversi motivi può finire, anche il mio rapporto con te, mia amata casa, sta per terminare. Per me sei stata tutto per tanti anni. In te ho visto per la prima volta una possibilità di emanciparsi, di divenire un uomo indipendente. In te e con te ho scoperto i miei enormi limiti e i miei inaspettati punti di forza. Ho compreso cosa significhi essere responsabili da soli di un luogo. Mi hai fatto crescere. Di te ricorderò le serate estive in giardino, sotto la grande noce. I sorrisi dei pochi amici e famigliari che sono passati di qui. Il piccolo studio, con la grande libreria, il piccolo altare e il pavimento caldo. La cucina nella nicchia, così pratica e speciale, con il tavolo incastonato nel vano con i faretti. Gli orti, i primi della mia vita, le viti e i tre piccoli alberi da frutta. Purtroppo ricorderò anche i problemi, la grande solitudine, i rumori molesti, l’arroganza dei vicini. Ma ti ho amato, cara casa, ti ho amato tantissimo. E stanotte, la notte di San Giovanni, con la luna piena, voglio salutarti degnamente. Ho chiesto alla grande noce di donarmi di nuovo i malli per il nocino, l’aroma che mi porterò con me. E sotto il grande albero, con dietro la luna, ringrazio questo luogo che mi ha dato tantissimo. Mi dispiace molto abbandonarlo ma, purtroppo, non ho altra scelta. Non ti dimenticherò mai. Sei stata per me una sorta di piccola grande fiaba. “And i'm so sad like a good book, I can't put this day back, a sorta fairytale with you, a sorta fairytale with you”. 

Le parti in inglese sono tratte da “A sorta fairytale” di Tori Amos

Midsommar

 

Il suono sacro

della luce all'apice

sbriciola le nuvole 

all'alba del solstizio.

Io, piccolo uomo

m'ginocchio sul bordo

del mio nuovo mondo

e chiedo benedizione.

Island

 

Come vivere su un’isola 

i piedi diventano sabbia 

e la pelle vento 

il profilo del braccio 

come crinale ondulato 

il respiro affamato 

della solitudine 

accanto all’orecchio 

che ascolta un mare 

che non c’è.

Ancient Celts knew

 

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What can make me feel alive 

it’s the sense of sublime 

that comes from the west side 

when the evening arrives 

It is called the twilight 

it’s a gift for the night 

ancient Celts knew the time 

in that moment could bide 

It’s when I am alone 

it’s when I create songs 

it’s when I am hopeless 

but not lost 

It comes before the night 

it is an evening tide 

it brings new words and madness 

both 

I was prey in the night 

hunter at the same time 

I was craving some light 

but I should look for inside 

It’s when I am alone 

it’s when I create songs 

it’s when I am hopeless 

but not lost 

It comes before the night 

it is an evening tide 

it brings new words and madness 

both

Ligustro

 

Abbasa il capo canuto 

il ligustro sotto la pioggia 

siepe di anni acuti 

d'ombre trafitte di luce 

in questa casa bicolore 

(poi il sole tinge 

l'orto spoglio 

 di bianchi petali)

Tír na nÓg

 

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This evening seems the paradise 

behind the oak trees the twilight 

it is shining in a way that touches heart 

The wind is just a lullaby 

the birds are courting in the sky 

while the light with its decay rimms the land 

Close to the border of the night I take a boat 

It goes to Tir na nOg* where youth is the only world 

And I’ll go there again a million time 

To vanquish my despair, to feel alive 

Just after the sunset, the west opens a pass 

the hills are painted red when from the soil an hand 

can bring you to a land of other kind 

where no wind can lash and there’s no time 

Unhindered I reach the place 

where the sun finds the sacred nest 

and there I hear some rattles singing out 

There fairies are forgathering 

to start a night outside the Sidhe** 

if you see, you have to oath you have not seen 

Close to the border of the night I take a boat 

It goes to Tir na nOg* where youth is the only world 

And I’ll go there again a million time 

To vanquish my despair, to feel alive 

Just after the sunset, the west opens a pass 

the hills are painted red when from the soil an hand 

can bring you to a land of other kind 

where no wind can lash and there’s no time 

* Tír na nÓg ("Terra del giovane eterno") è l'altromondo della mitologia irlandese 

** Sidhe è la parola gaelica che indica il popolo fatato, chiamato anche piccolo popolo 

7th May 2021

It’s a different Beltaine

 

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It’s a different Beltaine 

the clouds fill sky of May 

my life I’m going to change 

and no one is oh really close to me 

 

It’s a different Beltaine 

it seems summer and then the rain 

pours water over my face 

so that the tears cannot be seen on me 

 

And then 

the wind can change 

the mood of a day 

also of Beltaine 

 

And I 

can stop to blame 

and start to pray 

close to dazzling flame 

 

“Thanks for this wind that can make me change dress even if far from the ocean” 

 

It’s a different Beltaine 

I can say I’m not insane 

I am only different 

from everybody else that I have known 

 

And then 

the wind can change 

the mood of a day 

also of Beltaine 

 

And I 

can stop to blame 

and start to pray 

close to dazzling flame 

 

“Thanks for this wind that can make me change dress even if far from the ocean” 

 

30th April 2021

Scompari immenso

 

Sale la marea del sangue 

dal cuore fino agli occhi 

e diviene lacrime 

e tra gli scogli aguzzi 

di ricordi mitocondriali 

singhiozzi inarrestabili: 

scompari immenso 

e lasci una scia 

di poesia assoluta 

dai Monti Iblei 

al cosmo supremo 

e un presagio sacro 

di fine imminente. 

 

18 maggio 2021, a Franco Battiato 

 

La foto è stata scattata a Modena il 28 luglio 2011

La fame del vento

 

La montagna non placa 

la fame del vento 

respiro roboante 

di ventre e di cielo 

di voce e di ossa: 

il silenzio è soltanto 

futuro anteriore.

Sheni *

Il pianoforte racconta 
dalla stanza qui accanto 

d'un pomeriggio piovoso 

e pigro di sospensione 

dopo la seconda Pasqua ** 

per trovare tra le spine 

d'un tempo aggrovigliato 

un'inedita purezza 

antica come il mondo, 

sotto la luna immensa 

al di là delle nuvole 

che insegna a risplendere 

anche se non osservati. 

* “Secondo” in ebraico 

** Pesach Sheni, la seconda Pasqua ebraica. Si tratta di una ricorrenza che si celebra esattamente un mese dopo la tradizionale Pasqua ebraica, dedicata a tutti coloro che non sono riusciti a celebrarla.

Hurly-burly

 

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I have to remember what I was, to learn what I will become 

I have to remember what I knew, before knowing more   

You said it is my end and that I’m going to drift, ebbing all behind 

That I have only to chose my heir, to give the few I had    

But I don’t agree with you in the sleepless night 

no I don’t believe it is already the time 

to covet the invites to try again to live 

you always have been a doom for me   

During the night your words hurly-burly are 

they burden over me, I’ve got heavy heart 

but I have to brave the possible mistakes 

without being frightened cause of your utterance     

I have to remember  all the times you pushed me in the dark 

I’ve not to surrender to your attempt to make me feel apart 

But I don’t agree with you in the sleepless night 

no I don’t believe it is already the time 

to covet the invites to try again to live 

you always have been a doom for me   

During the night your words hurly-burly are 

they burden over me, I’ve got heavy heart 

but I have to brave the possible mistakes 

without being frightened cause of your utterance

I skim my soul

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

What else to say  if anybody is now praying  

for the coming back of spring  today 

It’s time to erase all my past sad mistakes 

to reckon with a new way I claim   

I skim my soul before it shrivels in the hope 

before marreding all my words to call 

I solemnize  this passage from the night 

into a new bright slide  of life   

Springtime is a part of me 

a sort of old sovereignty 

it suddenly can change my dreams 

and make them clear 

Springtime can remember me  

what I am and what I’ve been 

while I’m trying to bedim 

all my sins   

In early morning I hear birds chirping 

and darkness unwieldy decreases  

I have to outwit  before the time can win 

the best trickster is  its tick    

But how to become cunning when you are 

only a poisoned heart with two arms 

The answer is right into the new spring 

that comes back always draughty  

Springtime is a part of me 

a sort of old sovereignty 

it suddenly can change my dreams 

and make them clear 

Springtime can remember me  

what I am and what I’ve been 

while I’m trying to bedim 

all my sins

23^rd March 2021

Consecrate somehow

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

It seems the middle of autumn, but spring is full here 

I walk among the dead leaves, but flowers hem the hill 

And I can scry through the dark water the time 

So I imbibe every cold drop from the sky 

I need to consecrate somehow my life 

Don’t want to forbid my soul to fly high 

And the only place I can gaze at myself 

It is the wood the most sacred shelter 

I remember when I was a young boy 

When my granny said to smell full of joy 

The smell of the first violets after the rain has blessed the land 

Now I have got inside too much noise 

Continually I dabble in unless toys 

And I see the seers predict only fear if I can’t change that being a wanderer 

Water seems to become lukewarm if I accept 

To let it descend over my body and legs 

So lave my embodiment and I try 

To reach a form that is more purified 

I remember when I was a young boy 

When my granny said to smell full of joy 

The smell of the first violets after the rain has blessed the land 

Now I have got inside too much noise 

Continually I dabble in unless toys 

 And I see the seers predict only fear if I can’t change that being a wanderer

I don’t even know

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t even know, if I’ll have the time 

to learn from my soul, to understand my mind 

I don’t even know, if I’ll have the life 

enough to beget, joy out from the cries 

And I beg my God to be the rain on barren lands 

but I fool among all the false malleable hands 

 

I see around me, people have become 

someone different than who were before 

between the hammer and the anvil I 

ask to myself what I have to try 

if I have to accept the changes as a normal thing 

or if I've to ebb the invite to become someone else 

 

I'd be the fortress my fortress lifeline 

As this old house still standing in time 

My ancient tribes live here they wash away my fear 

 

This is a fortress my fortress to rise 

not only the walls but also inside 

I cannot rumbling I'm almost bursting 

 

I forgot my name, along reckless days 

during which I found many tears and blames 

I have been glorious and then full of shame 

fast as a rocket and then slow as snails 

I believed I had once written over my white bones 

all the sacred meanings and the true sense of my hopes 

 

I'd be the fortress my fortress lifeline 

As this old house still standing in time 

My ancient tribes live here they wash away my fear 

 

This is a fortress my fortress to rise 

not only the walls but also inside 

I cannot rumbling I'm almost bursting

Saighdiúirí *

 

Soldati bianchi di bellezza 

gl'alberi fioriti nella valle 

in mezzo al bosco ancora 

messo a nudo dall'inverno: 

sorreggono lo scudo argenteo 

di un cielo metafisico 

e le lunghe spade rossastre 

dei rovi aggrovigliati. 

* “Soldati” in gaelico irlandese

Tomorrow

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Everything goes 

everything goes 

and I’m a candle that tries to go on 

Everything goes 

while I still hope 

and little earthquakes hit my deepest thoughts    

Tomorrow I will be healthy 

tomorrow I will be strong 

tomorrow I will be happy or, may be not 

Tomorrow I will be a man 

tomorrow I will be a boy 

tomorrow I will be someone or, may be none   

Everything goes 

the place I loved 

I have to abandon somewhere else to go 

Everything goes 

people I loved 

are now the strangers I guess I don’t know 

Tomorrow I will be healthy 

tomorrow I will be strong 

tomorrow I will be happy or, may be not 

Tomorrow I will be a man 

tomorrow I will be a boy 

tomorrow I will be someone or, may be none

Immagini in corsa

 

La luna nel cielo in pieno giorno 

l’arcobaleno chiuso del pavone 

i miei polpacci nudi in tensione 

il sole nei solchi del campo arato. 

 

Le immagini raccolte in corsa 

dalla vita che non vuole spegnersi.

It will be the last springtime

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
 

 

 

 

 

 

It is just 

A little taste of spring 

What I feel around me 

 

It is strange 

The winter is still here 

I’ve received a gift 

It’s like a promise to me 

 

I remember 

That always in the dark 

There’s a light growing up 

 

I have lost 

What I have fought for 

But I can gain something more 

 

It’s like an unwritten law 

 

I’m in this little garden 

It will be the last springtime 

I will live here 

Before leaving 

 

Ten years have passed by 

Since when for the first time 

I started to 

Live here for sure 

 

It will be 

Forever in my heart 

this old walnut tree 

 

And the joy 

I had the first time 

I saw this garden so tight 

 

When I said this could be my home 

 

I’m in this little garden 

It will be the last springtime 

I will live here 

Before leaving 

 

Ten years have passed by 

Since when for the first time 

I started to 

Live here for sure

Precarietà

 

In questo feroce turbine 

d'assoluta precarietà 

ho strappato i narcisi 

intenti a sbocciare 

per portarli altrove 

dove già la mia anima 

dimora in mia attesa. 

Non ci sarà primavera 

solo un lungo inverno 

a lambire l'estate.

Felpato di notte

 

La pioggia ha un passo

felpato di notte

mi accorgo in ascolto

di non esser nulla

senza questa terra. 

 

E la mia anima gronda

di lacrime mai versate:

le lascio fluire intatte

nello scroscio potente

del fiume in lontananza.