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

 

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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

 

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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