The moon is pregnant

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA 

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