La luna piange Giove

 

I tronchi spogli dei noci 

bianchi di luce del meriggio 

lungo la strada tribolata 

sono come ossa umane 

conficcate nel terreno 

dopo una battaglia antica. 

La luna rammenta la storia 

di questa terra devastata 

e piange una sola lacrima 

 grande come un pianeta: 

 è Giove a perpendicolo 

 appena sotto il plenilunio. 

In fondo il tempo è la pelle 

dei nostri ricordi di vita 

diviene lacero increspato 

mano a mano che scordiamo 

chi siamo stati in passato 

e il senso perdiamo di futuro.

Follow the sun

 

In questi giorni di mezzo autunno, mi piace - un po’ prima del tramonto - scendere giù al fiume. Lascio che le mie gambe, ancora nude, scivolino lungo il nastro di asfalto che precipita per quasi duecento metri di dislivello con le sue lunghe curve serpentine, fino al fondo della valle. Arrivo al piccolo ponte che separa le due sponde e osservo l’acqua nel punto della confluenza fra due torrenti. E in quelle acque vorticose, osservo l’ultimo raggio di sole, penetrare da sopra le colline di castagni, appena oltre il ponte, verso sud. Sono le 15.51. Un’ora simmetrica. Ed è qui che inizia la sfida. Torno sui miei passi, verso casa, di passo spedito. In pochi minuti il sole rinasce verso sud ovest, sembra incredibile: un’alba o un tramonto? La mia mente corre veloce, quasi quanto le mie gambe che risalgono il pendio, senza sosta: è il sole a dare il ritmo. Basta seguirlo: lui scende mentre io salgo la montagna. Il risultato è che il disco solare sembra quasi immobile, nello stesso punto. Respiro e penso. “Follow, follow the sun, and which way the wind blows, when this day is done, breath, breath in the air, set your intentions, dream with care”. Penso a tutta la strada che ho fatto per arrivare fino a qui, da dove in verità sono partito. Solo come allora. Forse di più. E quindi, in fondo, è come se fossi sempre stato fermo, come il sole che sto seguendo. Arrivo a casa e il sole è ancora lì. Mi stendo sullo sdraio a sud ovest e lo osservo, ancora per parecchio tempo, scendere inevitabilmente, ora che io sono fermo e non posso più salire. L’aria si fa più fredda, come quella che ho sentito poco fa, giù al fiume. E la sfera si colora di rosa per scendere definitivamente dietro la montagna. Nel punto intermedio tra l’equinozio e il solstizio. Come sempre a Samhain. Sono le 16,40 e io ho visto, in meno di un’ora, due tramonti. Un miracolo di gambe. E di spirito. 

Le parti in inglese sono tratte da “Follow the sun” di Xavier Rudd

It’s the beginning of winter

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

After the night 

with screams to the sky 

the sun is shining 

 a new year’s arriving 

What can I await 

along this new lane 

I will have to 

find a new truth 

But it’s the beginning of winter 

though it doesn’t seem 

warmth in the day 

and the cold comes in the night 

Cause it’s the beginning of winter 

though it doesn’t seem 

I pray in the evening to pass 

again through the night 

Samhain morning 

time full of glory 

no new clouds born 

warm and not cold 

But it’s the beginning of winter 

though it doesn’t seem 

warmth in the day 

and the cold comes in the night 

Cause it’s the beginning of winter 

though it doesn’t seem 

I pray in the evening to pass 

again through the night

Samhain novilunio

Stelle disperate 

abbandonate dalla luna 

riflesse senza metrica 

su pietre ancestrali 

attraverso l'abbaino 

sul tetto a nord ovest 

Samhain non insegue 

gli stanchi sogni 

 

del mio corpo devastato 

racconta la connessione 

ragnatela cosmica 

tra la terra madre profonda e

il cielo immenso 

al novilunio.

A point into the time

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s almost Samhain 

a word that makes me see 

a bit better every year 

‘cause there’s an end and a begin 

 

It’s almost Samhain 

water is drenching everything 

the streams are flowing 

and fog is covering the hills 

 

I know Samhain may be only 

a point into the time 

but it’s something that gives always 

to my old soul some pride 

 

‘cause I belong to an old sacred tradition 

‘cause I am the heir of my ancestor’s wisdom 

not all is lost into the time 

 

No matter if I celebrate 

this year it would be fair 

the long nights that we have here 

are the prayers that we need 

 

I know Samhain may be only 

a point into the time 

but it’s something that gives always 

to my old soul some pride 

 

‘cause I belong to an old sacred tradition 

‘cause I am the heir of my ancestor’s wisdom 

not all is lost into the time

Samhain is not far

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Samhain is not far 

and it is so dark that I can’t see 

and into the fog there are spirits 

but I am not frightened 

 because this is their season 

Samhain is not far 

and I can’t believe that I’m apart 

from all the people I’ve around 

into my own life 

I’ve got their steps behind 

A lot of water a lot of rain 

it seems the sky has opened its veins 

and everything just flows away 

to create a lot of new space 

Is this the sense of the life 

that Samhain teaches? But we are blind 

Samhain is not far 

the end of October is near 

I need once again the right prayer 

to say thank you God 

let me stand up alone 

Samhain is not far 

and I’ve got a lot of things to do 

it seems always the end of the world 

but it is once again 

only the old circle end 

A lot of water a lot of rain 

it seems the sky has opened its veins 

and everything just flows away 

to create a lot of new space 

Is this the sense of the life 

that Samhain teaches? But we are blind

London is a miracle

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

If you ask me what is London 

after all these years I was far 

I can answer with only a word 

London is a miracle 

 

In the morning there's some mist 

after that the sun is shining 

over gardens and the houses 

where the life is going on 

 

In the evening drinking something 

on the water of the river Thames 

and from Hammersmith to Greenwich 

people feel the same old love 

 

From the first stone it was founded 

to the last skyscraper so tall 

there's here some special power 

that is unique in the whole world 

 

These green parks can remember us that we can live feeling the Nature as friend and we can walk over the earth without feeling enemies 

It’s England that has learned from its mistakes and here autumn seems springtimes in the land and I can walk over the earth without feeling an enemy

Hammersmith

 

Hammersmith Londra 

lungo il fiume 

scorre la vita 

la bellezza dei volti 

colora la sera 

le voci sul molo 

ricamano suadenti 

il gorgogliò delle acque 

 

 

 

(vorrei essere anche io 

partecipe 

di questo banchetto 

ma resto soltanto 

un patetico mostro)

Stav *

 

Quando arriva l'autunno 

le case si fanno nude 

i cortili si popolano 

di lavori incompiuti 

e abbandoni sterili. 

 

Le ruote sulla ghiaia 

non fanno più rumore 

e il silenzio profuma 

di frutti da raccogliere. 

 

 

* L’autunno nel mondo ebraico ha un valore molto importante in quanto connesso al Capodanno. Il collegamento tra "stav" (סתיו), cioè l'autunno, e il Capodanno ebraico, Rosh Hashanah, è principalmente stagionale e agricolo. Rosh Hashanah cade all'inizio dell'autunno in corrispondenza dei mesi di settembre o ottobre. Questo periodo segna il passaggio dall'estate all'autunno e l'inizio di un nuovo ciclo agricolo.

An instant balance

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Into this water I put 

a drop of summer 

a drop of autumn 

to make it clear that there’s an instant balance 

Into this water I put 

a drop of sadness 

a drop of hope 

to make it clear we need a bit of them both 

The water into the old stones 

facing the west 

it is a prayer even if I don’t know 

the right words to say 

 but do we need words 

if we have inside the right mood? 

No we don’t need words 

if we have inside the first breath…of autumn 

And through this water I say 

welcome new autumn 

goodbye old summer 

please bring good things for me and my loved ones 

The water into the old stones 

facing the west 

it is a prayer even if I don’t know 

the right words to say 

 but do we need words 

if we have inside the right mood? 

No we don’t need words 

if we have inside the first breath…of autumn 

Alban Elfed 2024

Beautiful September

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful September 

your wind is still so warm 

I would like to surrender 

to your amazing blow 

 

Beautiful September 

I would like to ignore 

all things that make me stand there 

in the depth of my bad thoughts 

 

After the rain September gives sun 

after the sun again the rain 

it is the way just to remember 

the life is a constant change 

 

After the rain, after the sun only September in my heart 

 

Beautiful September 

I’d like to be a ghost 

and suddenly be melted 

into your rain not cold 

 

Beautiful September 

in the middle of all 

you know the summer end 

and the start of the autumn 

 

After the rain September gives sun 

after the sun again the rain 

it is the way just to remember 

the life is a constant change 

 

After the rain, after the sun only September in my heart

Lebab *

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Non ascolto quasi più 

il mio cuore 

se non certe volte 

di mattina presto 

quando fuori piove 

e c'è ancora buio 

e il silenzio del mondo 

ancora protegge. 

 

Allora metto una mano 

sul petto ossuto 

e lo sento battere 

forte, regolare 

e mi stupisce ancora 

saperlo scegliere 

sempre la vita 

anche quando 

io non la voglio più.

Scent of faith

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’ve to prepare ourselves for the autumn 

closing our plans and opening an ocean 

into our hollow hearts 

 

The rain is starting drizzling out of the door 

it is a sound I like and it is still so warm 

so I can sing into my heart 

 

And during the rain there’s a scent of faith 

even if it seems without any smell 

 

I can imagine in my soul in my mind 

there’s a dimension where all senses are blind 

 

This seasonal passeges are so sacred 

we should not ignore them ‘cause they can save 

us from the nothingness around 

 

So what we have to do is celebrating 

these moments even with only some praying 

and being so grateful for the life 

 

And during the rain there’s a scent of fait

even if it seems without any smell 

 

I can imagine in my soul in my mind 

there’s a dimension where all senses are blind

Buio di fine estate

 

Nel buio 

soltanto sussurri di luce 

filtrati da scuri imprecisi. 

Pomeriggio di fine estate 

esploro il mio corpo 

le mani sull'addome 

per riconoscere 

almeno qualcosa 

 di ciò che sono stato.

Deer antler

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I am here in the woods that makes me feel a bit true 

I am here in the wrong day but with the same faith 

I am here for my birthday even if it is not today 

but it is first of September that for me is even better 

In this day since long time I’ve discovered something 

that gave me the strength I needed to go ahead 

For the first time not in my birthday 

I’ve asked the Nature a future glimpse 

On the west stone a deer antler 

gives me a good sign of strength 

First of september what a day 

it make me feel frightened and strong 

I take the antler back home 

to remember of today gift 

Please tell me late summer what will bring the new autumn 

than the winter than the spring before summer comes again 

Please tell me sacred woods what have I to expect for true 

I am full of doubt and the faith’s my only hope 

For the first time not in my birthday 

I’ve asked the Nature a future glimpse 

On the west stone a deer antler 

gives me a good sign of strength 

First of september what a day 

it make me feel frightened and strong 

I take the antler back home 

to remember of today gift 

Mull

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Walking on a country road 

in the Mull Island I know 

that the beauty I can see 

has got a home 

I am nothing but a man 

looking for his sacred land 

to remember who I am 

and who I can be 

This road goes into the woods 

among the birches and oaks 

then comes out in front of 

a castle view 

Down there is the sound of Mull 

a strange name for a channel 

separating the island 

from the mainland 

There is something without name 

that makes me feel deep inside 

we need really little things 

to feel alive 

16th august, Between Craignure and Torosay Castle, Mull Island, Scotland

Oban

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

Oban is on the sea 

or have I to call it ocean 

this is the word that wind suggests 

Colours I see around me 

are dark as an early autumn 

it’s covering the town in a drizzle vest 

Isles on the west shore 

are calling ancient emotions 

are homes for druids, warriors and saints 

In the Oban Inn I find 

a shelter and a warm potion 

to make me feel belonging to this land 

As I drink, out the mist 

I think this is a devotion 

The one for the men living in the real west 

Oban, Scotland, 15th august 2024

The wind of autumn

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

The running leaves 

over the trees

it is the wind 

that´s speaking 

and I can only listen 

yes I am here to listen 

to it 

This is the wind of autumn 

already speaking of 

a not so far wild ocean 

and an enormous loss 

the summer is already dying 

and I am never ready for it 

The yellow fields 

under my feet 

are screaming 

the water need 

and I can only pray 

yes I am here to pray 

for it 

It‘s a colour of autumn 

already painting all 

the landscape in the photo 

and my youth that is lost 

the summer is already dying 

and I am never ready 

for it

This is my little harvest for Lughnasadh

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is my little harvest for Lughnasadh 

some lavender flowers for Lughnasadh 

I don’t deserve anything 

but I need something to live 

 

This is the harvest night of Lughnasadh 

with empty hands I pray for my heart 

I squeeze a little drop 

of faith, that’s all I’ve got 

 

Always the summer today starts to end 

While the full fire it’s over the land 

the wheel of the seasons full of contradictions 

it can explain we live in a maze 

 

It’s a shifty evening of summer 

‘cause the double meaning of harvest 

makes me think we can be 

the sacrifice or the gatherer 

 

Always the summer today starts to end 

While the full fire it’s over the land 

the wheel of the seasons full of contradictions 

it can explain we live in a maze 

 

Lughnasadh 2024

West run

 

Correre verso est 

dove la sera scurisce 

sentire il cuore impazzire 

nei timpani i sussurri 

dei nemici - tanti 

come mosche sui cadaveri 

 

Poi affacciarsi a ovest 

rosso di fuoco e luce 

ancora acceso 

incapace di arrendersi 

alla notte ostile 

 

e combattere ancora.

Only a walk in the evening

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

Only a walk in the evening 

the beginning of summer 

where the streets of the city 

end up against the fields 

 

All this makes me think of 

how much I am alone 

even if I am speaking 

with an hundred of people 

 

I could have been different 

I have always said 

Not only a whisper 

or an empty hand 

 

Then in Brussels I find 

suddenly a book 

speaking of my life 

the self-hatred mood 

 

Loneliness is not only 

a word that makes us frightened 

it’s a truth if you feel it 

in the depth of your heart 

 

The beginning of summer 

it’s just the perfect period 

during which you can change 

as fields from green to gold 

 

I could have been different 

I have always said 

Not only a whisper 

or an empty hand 

 

Then in Brussels I find 

suddenly a book 

speaking of my life 

the self-hatred mood 

 

That sacred golden colour 

that announce the harvest 

can invite me to believe 

I can be precious too 

 

Because in our life 

first or then we have to 

become someone or something 

with a cramble of truth 

 

Ended in Bruxelles, on 4th July 2024

Wash away our pain

 

In fin dei conti, al calare della sera, è evidente che tutti cercano soltanto di salvaguardare la propria sopravvivenza, la propria vita, il proprio singolo interesse. Niente altro. Nulla è cambiato dall'antico mondo animale, violento e ancestrale, al quale ancora appartiene il nostro sangue. Ognuno è disposto a tutto per salvaguardarsi, non c'è pietà né compassione. Sono tutti vittime o carnefici più o meno consapevoli. La verità è messa a servizio della propria storia, del proprio modo di vedere il mondo, senza alcuno sforzo oggettivo, tutto in modo assolutamente autoreferenziale. L'unica possibile comprensione sta nel mero riconoscimento della propria sudditanza o superiorità. Solo animali in cerca di spazio vitale e di facili prede. Meglio immolarsi e soccombere prima di diventare carnefici e perdere così la propria dignità umana. Dopo la resa, una pioggia di primo mattino, laverà via il sangue e ogni dolore, per sempre. "When we'll wake up, some morning rain will wash away our pain". 

Le parti in inglese sono tratte da "Rainbow" di Elisa.

Mentre giugno muore

 

La brezza clandestina 

accarezza le barbe candide 

 dei castagni in fiore 

 sul Frugone e il Monte Moro

 ... Io vorrei che questo giorno 

parentesi di quiete 

non finisse mai 

ho paura del domani 

ho paura di luglio 

mentre giugno muore.

I call, from here, the strenght of summer

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

I call, from now, the strength of summer 

in order to restart again, from remains 

I call, from here the strength of summer 

a place that I’ve created, as a temple 

 

Shortest night of the whole year 

stars are only imagined 

I only lit a candle in the south 

 

I call, from now, the strength I’ve got in 

somewhere I know there is still some 

I call, from here, the strength I’ve got in 

this place will become my inner nest 

 

I never felt so lonely 

I said this so many times 

but it never was may be so true 

 

It is a colourless evening 

I can’t see the northest sunset 

It seems such a strange solstice 

the absence of colours is total

Amarezza

 

è l’amarezza 

- questo male di vivere, questo viver così male - 

che corrode le ossa 

e rende molli 

le pareti del cuore 

incapaci di trattenere 

il brodo denso del sangue 

all’incessante ricerca 

di una fuga libera 

verso il mare.

Fireflies

 

Non piove 

ma il cielo piange 

lacrime sottili 

lievi brividi

sulla pelle nuda. 

 

Le poche stelle 

si specchiano 

sulla terra bruna 

lucciole 

che cercano 

senza sosta 

di ritrovare 

la porta 

del cosmo.

The old city of Rome

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

The old city of Rome is full of people 

that don’t know, no they don’t know 

They are caresselly walking over 

the old stones, the ancient world 

 

They can’t understand the real meaning of history 

they can’t understand how much it means, also for them 

 

The old city of Rome is full of people 

when the evening comes from the east 

I’m walking alone and I think 

I love it, I fight my instinct 

 

‘cause I see the life filling the space of history 

the crowd so unaware creates a picture, with no time 

 

And in the evening there’s a so big noise 

so I can’t sleep, but I can think 

about the people that have made the choice 

to live here throughout the past two millennia 

 

The old city of Rome is full of glimpses 

that really, are time machines 

And I try without effort to imagine 

the life as it was hundreds years ago 

 

I can see in my mind the everyday scenes 

I guess it was different but not completely, from what is now 

 

And in the evening there’s a so big noise 

so I can’t sleep, but I can think 

about the people that have made the choice 

to live here throughout the past two millennia 

 

 

Rome, 23rd May 2024

During the rain of may

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where can I find the strength 

during the rain of may 

while it is going on raining 

while it is going on raining 

 

They say that there is strength 

in the most intimate 

part of the living beings 

the reason why we’re here 

 

and sometimes we feel so empty 

 

There are souls 

that can cancel the distances 

and also stop the passage, of the time 

 

I’ve to learn 

how to increase my power 

Now I am liar, yes I know 

 

I read in the mirror 

all the things I’ve been wrong 

it’s written in my eyebags 

swollen and black as the hell 

 

Maybe the sleepless nights 

always more in the time 

that are driving me crazy 

and I’m becoming lazy 

 

and so often I feel so empty 

 

There are souls 

that can cancel the distances 

and also stop the passage, of the time 

 

I’ve to learn 

how to increase my power 

Now I am liar, yes I know

Acquieta

 

La luce cadente dell’ovest 

illumina 

il tuo braccio candido. 

 

Una campana in lontananza 

preannuncia 

la fine della pioggia. 

 

La domenica silenziosa 

acquieta 

l’animo in tumulto.

It's a dark Beltaine

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s a dark Beltaine 

it’s a dark starting of summer 

out the drizzle 

Satan’s feature 

 

In the darkness I wait 

this beginning of may 

it seems november 

fireplace with embers 

 

What does it mean Beltaine 

if I’m cold and weak

powerless I ask for 

some more new bright dreams 

 

It’s a neverending winter 

a false promise of summer 

and I’m becoming old 

 

It should be the moment 

to remember we are 

part of all 

not alone 

 

But when we feel bad 

there is nothingness 

to raise up 

to stand up 

 

What does it mean Beltaine 

if I’m cold and weak 

powerless I ask for 

some more new bright dreams 

 

 It’s a neverending winter 

a false promise of summer 

and I’m becoming old

Suddenly I know

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly I know there is nothing wrong 

but nothing it seems right 

suddenly I know there’s only a thin border 

between the death and the life 

 

Suddenly I know there is only 

a single way to survive 

thinking there is nothing to be reached 

more than a little light 

 

And I believe yes I can feel 

that I bleed when I dream 

the sacrifice is to renounce 

to hopes and expectancies 

 

Suddenly winter comes back strongly 

pushing away springtime 

the snow is falling over the flowers 

that can hardly survive 

 

It’s an example of what can happen 

to all in our life 

first we are living without any matter 

the next time we may die 

 

And I believe yes I can feel 

that I bleed when I dream 

the sacrifice is to renounce 

to hopes and expectancies

The singing of the insects

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

The singing of the insects 

under the crescent of moon 

it is only a whistle 

but I find some notes into 

 

so I can sing the melody 

as they are teaching it to me 

 

It seems a kind of summer 

but it is early springtime 

I love the warmth on the skin 

and I like to stay outside 

 

after a winter so long 

it’s a sort of salvation 

 

And in the sky, the stars are twinkling 

yes in the sky, the stars are twinkling 

look at the sky, the stars are twinkling 

all around the moon 

 

The spread of the new life 

makes me feel so powerful 

every year it’s the sign 

of the newborn God called Lugh 

 

that in the summer will become 

a young and sparkling young man 

 

And in the sky the stars are twinkling 

yes in the sky the stars are twinkling 

look at the sky, the stars are twinkling 

all around the moon

Rinuncia

 

La poesia dell'attesa 

frustrante infinita 

e della rinuncia 

negata odiata 

ma agognata 

 

(l'unica via disincantata per una goccia di pace assoluta) 

 

Come la pioggia sul vetro 

e le prime foglie 

del noce incredulo 

sospeso tra 

primavera e inverno.

Airmed’s mantle

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s twenty years 

that I come here 

the hidden sea 

behind the hills 

 

there’s a weird peace 

that I can feel 

the scented breeze 

a medicine 

 

So I need to sing something about 

this place that it is almost my house 

 

Among pine trees 

the pine resin 

my nostrils fills 

and makes me breath 

 

The sea here plays 

hide and seek 

under the peaks 

you can find it 

 

It’s time to say that I belong 

to this inlet where zephyr is strong 

 

Airmed* unfolded her 

magic mantle 

and separated the herbs 

according to their proper order

 

This is Airmed’s Land 

I am so sure 

the Mediterranean 

can heal my soul 

 

 

Deiva Marina (SP), 7th April 2024 

 

* Airmed era una divinità della mitologia celtica, particolarmente venerata nell'antica mitologia irlandese. Era associata alla guarigione, alle erbe medicinali e al benessere. Secondo la leggenda, Airmed era una delle figlie di Dian Cecht, il dio irlandese della medicina, e faceva parte dei Tuatha Dé Danann, un popolo di divinità nella mitologia irlandese. Si dice che Airmed avesse il potere di curare le ferite e le malattie attraverso l'uso delle erbe e delle piante.

Holy thursday

 

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Holy thursday 

a prayer for me 

I am exhausted 

as I’m bleeding 

 

as my blood coming out 

can heal my soul so weak 

 

Holy thursday 

I don’t know why 

I am here still singing 

while I’m close to die 

 

as my breath is made of sand 

and I feel so bad 

 

And I don’t know if it is the loneliness 

that makes me feel so cold and close to nothingness 

maybe this is the same feeling of Jesus 

these days so many years ago

It is Saint Patrick’s day

 

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It is Saint Patrick’s day 

and I have met a snake 

in the wood, walking 

 

It was huge and black 

the biggest I’ve ever met 

in the wood, singing 

 

and today my thoughts go to Ireland 

where the legends say there are no snakes 

 

And still today everytime that I feel down 

I come back to Ireland 

It’s not a true travel only with the thoughts I go 

back to Ireland 

 

In a past almost erased 

I swore to belong to that land 

called Ireland 

 

And a huge part of me 

still stays on those cliffs 

looking at the ocean 

 

yes today my thoughts go to Ireland 

where the legends say you can meet the saints 

 

And still today everytime that I feel down 

I come back to Ireland 

It’s not a true travel only with the thoughts I go 

back to Ireland 

 

Saint Patrick’s day 2024

Jazz

 

 

 

 

 

 

E mentre il jazz 

marea icastica 

invadeva il silenzio 

acrilico indefinito 

delle mie orecchie 

ho immaginato impudico 

le mie labbra appoggiarsi 

sulle tue sconosciute 

assaggiarne il sapore 

inedito proibito 

sentire il suono vibrare 

tra i due crani tangenti

scambio di pensieri 

al ritmo di musica 

.....

e la mia mano 

sui tuoi jeans caldi.

Holy spring

 

Mi avvolgo di acqua 

maestra antica 

mentre l'inverno scivola 

via nella notte. 

 

Santa Primavera 

che fai fiorire il cielo 

raccontaci storie nuove 

indicaci vie diverse 

per abbandonare 

il sentiero del sangue 

che conduce 

alla morte. 

 

 Alban Eilir - Equinozio di Primavera

The violets are becoming dim

 

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The violets are becoming dim 

over the sacred hill 

like me, in the past I’ve been 

so many more things 

 

I have been a singer, I have been a writer, I have been a dreamer 

now I am almost nothing 

 

The violets are becoming dim 

Is this a sign of destiny? 

In this era of wretched feelings 

everything is faded and weak 

 

I have been much stronger, I have been a lover, I have been a wizard 

now I am almost nothing 

 

Over this hill I have discovered 

for the first time the Celtic flame 

it is impalpable but so strong 

that I have still it in my head 

 

After all these years, after all these years, after all these years 

 

The violets are becoming dim 

and the world is changing it’s clear 

I’m still trying to protect the 

little beauty inside to me 

 

I can touch it sometimes, in those special places, like this one I dwell in 

before all becomes nothing 

 

Over this hill I have discovered 

for the first time the Celtic flame 

it is impalpable but so strong 

that I have still it in my head 

 

After all these years, after all these years, after all these years 

 

 

21st February

Eight fawns

 

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I’ve just seen eight fawns 

in the field, it’s Imbolc 

and I pray that it is a good sign for all 

 

I know the stars foresee gloom 

and there’s not any good clue 

so I pray that can change it all 

 

Imbolc is the feast 

that can sweeten the grief 

giving some hope 

with a white storm 

 

The frozen sacred clearing 

surrounded by the woods 

but in the air there is 

the spring with its new mood 

 

Then the fawns are disappeared 

in a way that is not clear 

suddenly they were here and they are no more 

 

You say that it is a sign 

the dimensions are still tied 

and today only today the passage is wide open 

 

Imbolc is the feast 

that can sweeten the grief 

giving some hope 

with a white storm 

 

The frozen sacred clearing 

surrounded by the woods 

but in the air there is 

the spring with its new mood