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

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?

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