venerdì 30 dicembre 2022

Ancient glade

 

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Samhain, it is not the summer end 
it’s here the full summer in the land 
the temperatures are high 
I want to stop to cry 
 
There is no ritual in my hands 
they are open and asking for help 
the sky is still so blue 
of winter there’s no clue 
 
It is a long time I don’t come here 
where I can remember the past years 
suddenly I believe again 
There is a strange silence in the wood 
while I’m here to find again my roots 
they are here I hope in the depth 
 
My faith is old as this ancient glade 
through which men passed with a sacred sense
I am a crumble of 
what it was here before 
 
It is a long time I don’t come here 
where I can remember the past years 
suddenly I believe again 
There is a strange silence in the wood 
while I’m here to find again my roots 
they are here I hope in the depth 
 
1st November 2022

giovedì 29 dicembre 2022

Like the others

 

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I’ve always known 
that I would never be like the others 
Once I thought 
that maybe I could have be like the others 
but it’s not possible 
simply impossible 

But in some way I must be free 
that is the only fire in me 
I don’t know what will save me 
if salvation I can find 
I don’t know what I’m waiting 
or where I want to arrive 

It is a road 
that I have to walk without the others 
I am alone 
like everyone else like the others 
but most of them don’t know 
not all of them can know 

But in some way I must be free 
that is the only fire in me 
I don’t know what will save me 
if salvation I can find 
I don’t know what I’m waiting 
or where I want to arrive 

 26th October 2022

mercoledì 23 novembre 2022

Beyond the sunrise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stanotte, nel dormiveglia, ho percepito la casa (questa vecchia e tribolata casa) come fosse una nave. Una nave che si muove con la terra, nel mare immenso     del cosmo, da ovest verso est. Senza alzarmi dal letto, ho immaginato di affacciarmi alla finestra del mio studio, di fronte al castello, e osservare il cielo dell’est venirmi incontro. Come un oceano ignoto viene incontro a un navigatore cinquecentesco. Ho sentito i muri della casa scricchiolare per l’impatto della volta celeste e le stelle sfiorare le travi del tetto. Poi ho interiorizzato questo moto ancestrale e ho pensato che anche il sangue che scorre nelle mie vene e arterie subisca lo stesso moto. Dentro la casa, subisco l’influsso celeste e il mio futuro arriva da est e finisce a ovest. Stando affacciato alla finestra e guardando lontano posso scorgere la mia morte. Quel punto scuro al di là dell’alba. Il porto sicuro che accoglierà la mia sofferenza quotidiana, donandomi finalmente la pace. “Beyond the sunrise that is where we live, feeding our counsel and true comfort give, travelling men”.

 * Le parti in inglese sono tratte da “Beyond the sunrise” di Belle and Sebastian

giovedì 10 novembre 2022

Parnaso *

 

 Dietro al Parnaso 
 il sole raccoglie
 raggi superstiti 
 per donare alle muse 
 nuovi colori:
 mentre il mondo si spegne
 l'ispirazione si fa piccola
 percettibile soltanto 
 a pochi 
 
* Il monte sacro ad Apollo, dove risiedono le Muse 
Tithorea (Grecia) - 4 novembre 2022

mercoledì 12 ottobre 2022

Gli ultimi giorni del mondo

 
 Gli ultimi giorni del mondo 
 sono promesse storpie 
 il sole cade distratto 
 sempre più a sud 
 la luce è scollegata 
 dalla cadenza del tempo. 
 
 Io vivo un tempo sordo 
 strappato dall'assenza 
 con il cranio imbottito 
 di pensieri accuminati 
 e le mani incapaci 
 di stringere un senso.

venerdì 7 ottobre 2022

Outiside the window

 

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Outside the window 
there is the life 
I keep freedom far 
when I’m inside here 

Maybe one day 
I will find courage 
to take the life by the hands 
and to start something new 

Suddenly the autumn has come 
and I’ve got nothing nothing to say 
suddenly the autumn has come 
and I have not yet new ways to pray 
the sun goes to the south 
there is no trace of sprout 

Outside the window 
there’s what I’d need 
maybe the time 
will be gone before me 

Outside the window 
season is changed 
and there is nothing 
I can do to avoid 
this new fall 

Suddenly the autumn has come 
and I’ve got nothing nothing to say 
suddenly the autumn has come 
and I have not yet new ways to pray 
the sun goes to the south 
there is no trace of sprout

Alban Elfed 2022

giovedì 6 ottobre 2022

Before the Samhain praise

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Everything will be paid 
like it is right to say 
before the Samhain praise 
like sparks out of the flame 

I have got nests of thoughts into my black hair 
they are making them become everyday more gray 

Things change things change 
and I don’t understand 
I blame myself 
because of my choices 
but it’s not even my fault 
not always 
the weakness is not my pick 
it’s my curse 

There is the usual decay 
all around this sad place 
where I chose to dwell 
as the saddest of men 

I have got nests of thoughts into my black hair 
they are making them become everyday more gray 

Things change things change 
and I don’t understand 
I blame myself 
because of my choices 
but it’s not even my fault 
not always 
the weakness is not my pick 
it’s my curse

mercoledì 5 ottobre 2022

There is nothing wiser than the sea

 

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The sound of the sea 
second of september 
the waves seem to speak to me to me 
and I live for this 
parenthesis of sand 
while the tides are touching my feet 

there is nothing wiser than the sea 
and I have a secret faith for it 

So special to me 
first days of september 
every year they teach something to me 
and this time it is 
bitter and so tender 
being here so far from everything 

there is nothing wiser than the sea 
and I have a secret faith for it 

In my ears 
the waters sing a song 
and it is the most ancient one 
In my ears 
the waters sing a song 
that can clean out the mess on the heart 

When I was free 
I can barely remember 
but now I can wash away my grief 
I do not have bliss 
Destroyed is my shelter 
but the sea says that there is no need 

there is nothing wiser than the sea 
and I have a secret faith for it 

In my ears 
the waters sing a song 
and it is the most ancient one 
In my ears 
the waters sing a song 
that can clean out the mess on the heart 

Marina di Bibbona, 2nd september 2022

martedì 6 settembre 2022

Ogni cipresso

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ogni cipresso 
punta una stella 
dispersa nel cosmo 
nascosta alla vista 
 
Ci sono luoghi che non cambiano 
restano fuori dalla storia 
soltanto i pellegrini 
era dopo era 
sanno riconoscerli 
 
Bagno Vignoni, 31 agosto

lunedì 5 settembre 2022

Il rituale dell'acqua

 

 Il rituale dell'acqua 
 più antico delle colline 
 più antico della pelle 
 del cristallino oculare. 
 
 L'urlo possente 
 dal ventre della terra 
 ricordo delle ferite 
 del drago ancestrale. 
 
Rapolano terme, 31 agosto

martedì 30 agosto 2022

It is still summer, it is my birthday

 

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It is still summer 
it is my birthday 
but the autumn is 
already outside the window 

And my little fire 
it is still burning 
but is crying out 
like a weeping willow 

Every year is 
becoming more difficult 
to maintain the strength 
to go on alone 

But this sunlight 
cutting my image 
I feel it is charging 
me till to the bones 

It is still summer 
it is my birthday 
but the first one 
I have not gone 

to the birthplace 
of my real soul 
even if I am here 
and I am so close 

Every year is 
becoming more difficult 
to maintain the strength 
to go on alone 

But this sunlight 
cutting my image 
I feel it is charging 
me till to the bones 

19th August 2022

lunedì 29 agosto 2022

But I’m the only thing I have

 














I don’t want to know where 
I am going to go 
while every day 
seems a sort of fall 

I can fall but not always stand up again 
there will be the day I will call my end 

But I’m the only thing I have 
I do not have anything else 
with my hidden shaming rash 
and my immortal weakness 

And it’s not yet come time of death 
so I’ve to harness what it’s left 

In the last times 
 I have stopped to watch 
my reflection 
on the mirror 

so I don’t know if a strange wisp I have got 
so I cannot understand how much I’m old 

But I’m the only thing I have 
I do not have anything else 
with my hidden shaming rash 
and my immortal weakness 

And it’s not yet come time of death 
so I’ve to harness what it’s left

giovedì 18 agosto 2022

Baratro


Il cielo è di foglie d’argento 
distese su un lago di latte 
l’autunno celeste anticipa 
quello della terra assetata: 
l’estate è pronta a cadere 
nel baratro dell’ovest

giovedì 21 luglio 2022

Northwest sun

 

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The last sun of spring 
is in front of me 
among the hills 
I see the light just scattering 
 
And now I can know 
after all I’ve learned 
northwest sun 
dies there behind the sacred peak 
 
And in this moment of total disorder 
the ancient knowledge’s got the role of border 
 
And I can only say that I am grateful 
to know where I am now it is so helpful 
 
The ancestors here 
knew that everything 
can become sacred 
if it’s oriented in the right way 
 
And that mountain 
it’s where they found death 
trying to fight 
to make their culture survive 
 
And in this moment of total disorder 
the ancient knowledge’s got the role of border 
 
And I can only say that I am grateful 
to know where I am now it is so helpful 
 
 
Alban Heruin, Summers solstice, 20th June 2022

martedì 19 luglio 2022

Pensieri scomposti d’una sera d’estate

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Il canto assetato 
delle cicale 
morde le mie vene 
colme di vita 
in attesa 
 
Con luce affilata 
la luna muta 
foglie d’ulivo 
in puro argento 
e velluto 
 
Mi osservo obliquo 
attraverso 
gli occhi socchiusi 
delle colline 
d’occidente 
 
Tra sassi e tegole 
sui tetti caldi 
l'autunno tesse 
già la sua tela 
in silenzio 
 
Aronta* dalla grotta 
avrebbe forse 
compreso la fine 
di questo mondo 
e del mito 
 
* Aruspice etrusco citato nella Pharsalia di Lucano. Esperto interprete del volo degli uccelli, dei fulmini e delle viscere degli animali. Dante lo colloca nella quarta bolgia del cerchio ottavo (If XX 46-51) e lo dichiara abitante in una spelonca ne' monti di Luni.

giovedì 30 giugno 2022

Inerme

 

 Giugno mi consegna 
 al vento del sud 
 inerme come un ramo 
 rapito dal mare: 
 la luna nuova 
 allinea i pianeti 
 spada gigante 
 prima dell’alba

venerdì 10 giugno 2022

Poco

  

 A volte basta poco 
 la luce del meriggio 
 sulle pagine scritte 
 il suono del piano  
 nella mia testa 
 e poi il mare... 
 lacrime di sale 
 sui muscoli tristi.
 
(Ancona, 7 giugno 2022)

giovedì 2 giugno 2022

I need to celebrate

 

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I need to celebrate 
even if there is no faith 
into my veins 
running to my brain 

I need to celebrate 
this new upcoming phase 
the year’s second stage 
starting with May 

I need to celebrate 
because it is my only way 
to remember that I am 
still awake 

I need to celebrate 
just to say thanks 
for nothing or for all 
don’t know how to say 

I need to celebrate 
these clouds that seem stains 
on the golden drape 
of the sunset 

I need to celebrate 
because it is my only way 
to remember that I am 
still awake 

I need to celebrate 
the curling landscape 
with the mountains 
that surround my head 

I need to celebrate 
as a rebellion act 
nobody can understand 
only me I can 

I need to celebrate 
because it is my only way 
to remember that I am 
still awake 

Beltaine 2022

mercoledì 1 giugno 2022

Kindred characters

 

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Yes I think I’m not 
ready for the loss 
ready to watch clearly my decline 
I admit I’m not 
able to support 
the battered soul I have inside 

I’ve driven a lot 
to attain your sacred grove 
and now you say I have again to go 
After we have lost 
all that we have known 
for a new and absurd dimension 

We are kindred characters 
in this comedy of life 
but we’re also different 
look at my worn out head 

With a leap we say goodbye 
to the winter into this night 
we can wait now for the sweat 
for the gleaming eager hands 

There’s a sort of ghost 
at the bedroom door 
at the end I have to say it all 
I don’t think you’ve got 
that spirit so strong 
also you are quite far from the top 

We are kindred characters 
in this comedy of life 
but we’re also different 
look at my worn out head 

With a leap we say goodbye 
to the winter into this night 
we can wait now for the sweat 
for the gleaming eager hands

giovedì 26 maggio 2022

Take exemple

 

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There's the sun in the sky 
it is springtime 
though there's a frozen white 
I guess it's the time 
of rebirth and I hope 
that I can now take exemple 
from the nature I know 
that I have to take exemple 
 
Then this dazzling light 
hit my hazel eyes 
I forget for a while 
that I'm in a strife 
which inexorably 
puts me into a bad tangle 
and there is no worship 
able to make it untangled 
 
So it's time to say 
that I have lost my way 
and nothing can sate 
my soul and my brain 
 
As she said to me 
I hope my shuttered dreams 
in tides can disappear 
and let me free 
 
There's a heap of despair 
into my head 
all the efforts I take 
seem feckless 
the nights are boundaries 
between the death and the life 
and I have to believe 
in something I cannot see 
 
So it's time to say that 
I have lost my way 
and nothing can sate 
my soul and my brain 
 
As she said to me 
I hope my shuttered dreams 
in tides can disappear 
and let me free

mercoledì 11 maggio 2022

Carne stridula

 

Perso distratto 
lungo le vie dense 
città che confonde 
promette chimere 
futuri agognati 
menzogne di sangue 
carne stridula 
incapace di reggere 
l'entropia assoluta 
 
 Bologna 10th May

sabato 16 aprile 2022

La storia

 

La storia è soltanto 
i tuoi capelli intrecciati 
gli esagoni imperfetti 
 dell'epidermide 
le pietre aguzze 
sotto i nostri piedi 
il silenzio delle campane 
il Sabato Santo

sabato 2 aprile 2022

As Mars sauntered through his door *

 

Dopo la pioggia
le facce specchio
dei passanti 
riflettono nuvole
di emozioni nude
come stracci inzuppati
sull'asfalto. 

(Non serve chiudere 
le finestre occhi
quando Marte varca
la nostra porta più sacra)

* "Mentre Marte varcava la sua porta" ("Goodbye Pisces", Tori Amos)

lunedì 21 marzo 2022

Per non perdermi

    

 Primavera di est gelido 
 e di tepore ad ovest 
 il mio viso sul vetro 
 cappuccio grigio 
 oltre la candela 
 mi aggrappo al sacro 
 per non perdermi.
 
 
Alban Eilir

martedì 8 marzo 2022

Even if it is not my home

 

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Even if it is not my home 
I live here and I’m not alone 
And while the time is going on 
it’s recklessness or may be love 
since I know this place 
and it is not a shame 
 
I know it seems sometimes so wrong 
or only a kind of sloth 
sometime it’s easy to gear to all 
in order to not to lose the soul 
and then you understand 
everything can have sense 
 
I hadn’t dreamt a life like 
this running into the winter breeze 
among the strangers but with the 
awareness of what I need 
 
Have I forgotten childhood for a reason? 
To try to think that I’m out of my prison? 
 
I’ve got still crusts over my knees 
and I’ve my hands soiled of peat 
the child inside already killed 
so many times but I still bleed 
 
Have I forgotten childhood for a reason 
To try to think that I’m out of my prison? 
 
Someone said that things always come 
in the right moment to herald 
that you can wait and do not dart 
the lesson isn’t yet in your heart 
I let the debris far 
here I can still build up 
 
I hadn’t dreamt a life like this 
running into the winter breeze 
among the strangers but with the 
awareness of what I need 
 
Have I forgotten childhood for a reason? 
To try to think that I’m out of my prison? 
 
I’ve got still crusts over my knees 
and I’ve my hands soiled of peat 
the child inside already killed 
so many times but I still bleed 
 
Have I forgotten childhood for a reason? 
To try to think that I’m out of my prison?

lunedì 7 marzo 2022

Ritagli

 

 La vita è un pomeriggio
 di maledetto inverno
 con i rami del frassino
 che ritagliano il cielo
 frammenti di bianco 
 e di azzurro serico 
 dalla finestra osservo
 sul mio corpo disteso

venerdì 11 febbraio 2022

Linfa sangue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forse è il tempo
ad attendere le querce
dai rami abulici. 
 
La stagione stagna
se la linfa sangue
resta ctonia. 
 
In silenzio vedo 
le vite degli altri
vendersi a ore.

mercoledì 9 febbraio 2022

A new tradition

 

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Let me become the Imbolc light 
into the dark of winter tide 
I can pray here on my knees in front of the candle 
I can say in days like these it’s like a cradle 
 
I want to start a new tradition 
Here in this place that is my mission 
I’ll light a candle over the wood of windowsill 
eight windows one for every feast of the Wheel 
 
I celebrate today, for a reason 
to esc from my everyday prison 
I reckon that I need somewhere to land 
 
Imbolc is something like a miracle 
we’re out of the winter and in the middle 
It’s an ambience that bestows a rest 
 
This is the only feast I have 
never forgotten to be aware 
Also into the worst storms I lit a candle 
To say to my sympathetic God I need a rescue 
 
I celebrate today, for a reason
to esc from my everyday prison 
I reckon that I need somewhere to land 
 
Imbolc is something like a miracle 
we’re out of the winter and in the middle 
It’s an ambience that bestows a rest 
 
Imbolc 2022

lunedì 31 gennaio 2022

Through a keyhole

 


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Look at the new year 
through a keyhole 
while the wind 
is shuttering the world 

What do I expect 
is to find somewhere 
the right songline 
to follow to die 

so that I can be reborn again 
leaving behind this somber land 

I don’t sing about tomorrow 
cause the future is my fear 
maybe it will be some sorrow 
by now I close my eyelids 

So that I say I can’t see straight 
with my eyes closed 
what can make me afraid 

Is this the only real way 
to have some hope into 
this mess not to stay 

I am arrived 
to a no return point 
where it can’t be 
enough a simple choice 

to come back where 
there is still my voice 
and I can stop 
to hum behind the noise 

My praise goes to the one out there 
that can give me a truthful hand 

I don’t sing about tomorrow 
cause the future is my fear 
maybe it will be some sorrow 
by now I close my eyelids 

So that I say I can’t see straight 
with my eyes closed 
what can make me afraid 

Is this the only real way 
to have some hope 
into this mess not to stay

martedì 18 gennaio 2022

Wyrd *

 

Dalla finestra a sud
la ragnatela del tempo *
cullata dal vento
di un ovest sconsolato
dal muro agli alberi
dal mio corpo al cielo
in attesa che si compia
dell'inverno il destino. 

* il riferimento è all'antico concetto anglosassone di "Wyrd", la rete che collega ogni elemento ed ogni creatura dell'universo, e non conosce distinzioni tra passato e futuro.

lunedì 17 gennaio 2022

Fuoco immenso

 

Che fuoco immenso
il sole
falò intergalattico
di rubino e agata
di anime radiose 
come fascine eterne
di sapienza avvampate * 

Disteso su rovine
di terrena esistenza 
ascolto il calore
che sussurra eternità.  

* Secondo la Divina commedia, nel Cantico del Paradiso, nel Quarto Cielo (quello del Sole), ci sono gli spiriti sapienti