sabato 25 dicembre 2021

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

venerdì 24 dicembre 2021

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

mercoledì 15 dicembre 2021

Sud est

 

 L’alba promette fuoco 
 dal sud est acrilico 
 ma i rami spogli 
 bianchi di gelo 
 sono ossa sparse 
 su campi nucleari

lunedì 13 dicembre 2021

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

martedì 30 novembre 2021

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

giovedì 11 novembre 2021

Falena

 

 …quando viene sera 
 - falena che morde il cuore - 
 resto soltanto io 
 nel buio 
 vedo gli altri 
 risplendere 
 lontani.

lunedì 8 novembre 2021

Shedding snake



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

martedì 26 ottobre 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

giovedì 21 ottobre 2021

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

giovedì 7 ottobre 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.

lunedì 4 ottobre 2021

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.

mercoledì 29 settembre 2021

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)

martedì 28 settembre 2021

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

giovedì 23 settembre 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

venerdì 3 settembre 2021

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.

giovedì 26 agosto 2021

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

mercoledì 25 agosto 2021

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

giovedì 5 agosto 2021

Resistere

 

Resiste il campanile 
pilastro nel vento 
tra vortici d'erba secca 
e segreti distopici
oscurati dal sole

lunedì 19 luglio 2021

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

martedì 13 luglio 2021

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

lunedì 12 luglio 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.

martedì 6 luglio 2021

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

giovedì 1 luglio 2021

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

giovedì 24 giugno 2021

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

lunedì 21 giugno 2021

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.

giovedì 10 giugno 2021

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.

lunedì 31 maggio 2021

Ancient Celts knew

 














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

sabato 29 maggio 2021

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)

venerdì 28 maggio 2021

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

venerdì 21 maggio 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

giovedì 20 maggio 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 
 

venerdì 7 maggio 2021

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.

martedì 27 aprile 2021

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.

venerdì 23 aprile 2021

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

martedì 13 aprile 2021

I skim my soul

 

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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

23rd March 2021

venerdì 9 aprile 2021

Consecrate somehow

 

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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

mercoledì 24 marzo 2021

I don’t even know

 

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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

venerdì 19 marzo 2021

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

giovedì 18 marzo 2021

Tomorrow

 

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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

giovedì 25 febbraio 2021

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.

lunedì 22 febbraio 2021

It will be the last springtime

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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

martedì 16 febbraio 2021

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.

lunedì 8 febbraio 2021

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.

domenica 31 gennaio 2021

How the snow can become water

 

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Water all around 
saturday morning 
I am not allowed  
to have long walking 
but this is exactly what I missed 
yes this is exactly what I need 

How the snow 
can become water 
it is all 
we need to beware 
it's the sign the springtimes is not far 
it's the Imbolc gift for all of us 

Snow is melting down 
into these streams 
here yes I can say 
I am a king 
'cause I feel my home is in this wood 
it can always give me a better mood 

How the snow 
can become water 
it is all 
we need to beware 
it's the sign the springtimes is not far 
it's the Imbolc gift for all of us 

Imbolc 2021

sabato 30 gennaio 2021

Where is

 

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Where is where is where is my soul 
and where and where and where is gone 
after years of silence 
I want to know where 
it is 

I feel inside to me hollow 
while by the fireplace I hold 
my past to keep warm 
while future is cold 
so cold 

I look at my face 
and I lit a candle 
to see the lines 
I know I am changed 
but inside I handle 
what is survived 

There is a poem that I loved 
since when I was young and alone 
it told there's a fire 
that survives forever
inside

I look at my face 
and I lit a candle 
to see the lines 
I know I am changed 
but inside I handle 
what is survived

venerdì 29 gennaio 2021

Il fondo

 






Sulla strada inondata 
di luna asettica 
tocco il fondo melmoso 
di un'anima immatura: 
il vento gelido accarezza 
la pelle non più giovane 
lo scroscio del fiume 
sul fondo della valle 
mi ricorda impietoso 
dove sto andando.

mercoledì 27 gennaio 2021

Moon

 

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Moon 
is up in the sky 
and she seems so kind 
it is just pure light 

Moon 
is up in the sky 
the last so bright cry 
of these evil times 

Moon 
is up in the sky 
I'd feel so fragile 
in the obscure night 

Moon 
is our delight 
we can also shine 
she is like a shrine 

Moon 
teaches that the life 
is a waxing line 
waining the next time 

26th December 2020

venerdì 22 gennaio 2021

Spazio liminale

 

Il sangue del giorno che muore 
il suicidio delle esperidi* 
accanto al boccale fradicio 
di questa assenza spremuta: 
il gelo incendia il fiato 
nello spazio liminale 
il confine universale 
che noi chiamiamo morte. 

* Nella mitologia greca, le ninfe dell'ovest e del tramonto. Custodivano il giardino dei pomi d'oro.