Water and air

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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