venerdì 29 marzo 2024

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

giovedì 28 marzo 2024

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

venerdì 22 marzo 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.

giovedì 21 marzo 2024

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

mercoledì 6 marzo 2024

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