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

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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