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

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)

I need to celebrate

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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

Kindred characters

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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