The Yellow Raincoat

 

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Do you remember 

when you went out 

with your yellow raincoat 

to collect herbs after the rain? 

In those years 

I lived something 

incredible 

it was a promise never kept. 

Loneliness is not the solitude 

is a cruel way to prove 

you can save a small truth 

despite all of them 

Solitude is not the loneliness 

it’s something different 

it’s the light in the dark 

when good memories are left 

Yes I remember 

in these sad years 

of forced absence 

now that all of you are dead 

It was perhaps 

the only magic 

I have really had 

now that everything is a mess 

Loneliness is not the solitude 

is a cruel way to prove 

you can save a small truth 

despite all of them 

Solitude is not the loneliness 

it’s something different 

it’s the light in the dark 

when good memories are left

A different face over my head

 

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I’m becoming old without knowing 

who I really am where I’m going 

and I know perfectly 

that is the only thing 

important in the life 

 

It would be such a great moment 

if I could only recognize myself 

I could stand everyday older 

but with some really good friends 

 

I would be another man 

with a different face over my head 

it could be the only hand 

that can save me 

from this so sad end 

 

Don’t know how to find some drops of glory 

they say it’s the sign you are falling and 

I feel it so deep  

in my bones on my skin 

everybody see it right 

 

It would be such a great moment 

if I could only recognize myself 

I could stand everyday older 

but with some really good friends 

 

I would be another man 

with a different face over my head 

it could be the only hand 

that can save me 

from this so sad end 

And then a taste of autumn

 

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Before the storm 

July has brought 

before the storm July 

has brought 

I feel some power in my bones 

I was a ghost 

in the last months 

and yes I know 

that I am lost 

but from the storm I have to learn 

And then a taste of autumn

I feel over my skin 

while my old old poison 

is bringing my defeat 

is it game over? 

I am alone 

in my dried world

I really hope 

the sky can pour 

some rain over all this yellow 

Now some restore 

after the bombs 

the breath of God 

the demons mops 

away from all this burned plateau 

And then a taste of autumn 

I feel over my skin 

while my old old poison 

is bringing my defeat is 

it game over?

The night is a refugee

 

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Light behind the palace 

the last of springtime 

we are so close to 

the solstice time 

I try to recover 

but it is hard 

to understand always 

where the strength lies 

The new summer is close to my skin 

but it is so far from my eyes 

The doors of the summer 

are going to be open 

While the light uncovers 

all the mistakes 

It’s a play of power 

and also of weakness 

the night is a refugee 

during this time 

I have no lover 

this is a crime 

I don’t believe that 

I am so right 

It is a murder 

against myself 

but it prevents me 

to stay so bad 

The new summer is close to my skin 

but it is so far from my eyes 

The doors of the summer 

are going to be open 

While the light uncovers 

all the mistakes 

It’s a play of power 

and also of weakness 

the night is a refugee 

during this time

It would be a good summer if

 

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It would be a good summer if 

I was not so drenched in my pain 

it would be a good summer if 

my face could be different than it is 

It would be a good summer if 

my mind could change during a night of bliss 

It would be a good summer if 

this wind could stop until September comes 

Fog over the streets after the rain 

suggests my soul can fly away 

but I know that I don’t know 

where I can fly on 

Sun makes the world evaporate 

I would be like it in this way 

to disappear like a dried tear 

a new dimension 

It would be a good summer 

if I really could learn how to meditate 

It would be a good summer if 

bad thoughts of my nights can stay away 

It would be a good summer if 

I could start again a new spiritual path 

It would be a good summer if 

I could understand the meaning of death 

Fog over the streets after the rain 

suggests my soul can fly away 

but I know that I don’t know 

where I can fly on 

Sun makes the world evaporate 

I would be like it in this way 

to disappear like a dried tear 

a new dimension

God keeps the tally

 

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Seven days of hell 

suddenly the bells 

that open 

all the valley 

 

Arabs open hands 

calling back their land 

God over 

keeps the tally 

 

Hey you didn’t leave a break 

on my so sick ancient face 

I just need a single day 

of peace, of fading away 

 

Maybe don’t be so cruel 

let me find a sort of fuel 

to reach just a single day 

of peace, of fading away 

 

I cannot accept 

what they represent 

but I close my ears so often 

 

It is not the end 

but we’re so close that 

I can hold my own coffin 

 

Hey you didn’t leave a break 

on my so sick ancient face 

I just need a single day 

of peace, of fading away 

 

Maybe don’t be so cruel 

let me find a sort of fuel 

to reach just a single day 

of peace, of fading away

Evolution is calling me

 

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So many things to learn 

but my mind is full of woe 

I cannot find a boat 

to sail away 

I know that it is wrong 

to stay this way so long 

but my strength is now gone 

so far away 

Evolution is calling me 

but my face marks my defeat 

I know where I’ve to put my force 

but the way seems closed to me 

Maybe this is my real war 

and I fear I lose it all 

The death is our door 

to escape from this prison 

but into this big world 

I go astray 

Evolution is calling me 

but my face marks my defeat 

I know where I’ve to put my force 

but the way seems closed to me 

Maybe this is my real war 

and I fear I lose it all

Just before a sunset of April

 

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Just before a sunset of April 

I can see some fire behind the hills 

I am not a liar if I say 

there’s a little little hope inside 

Just before a sunset of April 

somewhere can I find a drop of peace? 

I know it’s only a moment 

the only thing I can do is to sip 

Then a sudden motion 

or a wrong word 

make all the devotion 

falling on the floor 

I’m in a deep ocean 

I can see no coast 

and no magic lotion 

can help me to solve 

Just before a sunset of April 

the truce with myself is so fragile 

It’s enough a blow of wind 

to scrape all my little hopes away 

Then a sudden motion 

or a wrong word 

make all the devotion 

falling on the floor 

I’m in a deep ocean 

I can see no coast 

and no magic lotion 

can help me to solve

How can I call spring

 

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How can I call spring this darkness that I’ve got inside? 

It shouldn't be proper to live bad also in this time 

 I had a hope, that I have no more 

while the blossom is covered by snow 

How can I call spring the sadness that devours my mind 

I’ve tried to cover it but I lost my eyes 

now the new season is arrived here 

while all the reasons have gone so far 

Spring spring spring 

give me back that dream 

during which I had still some peace 

and I had still the strength to fight 

and I had still the will to try 

to live 

How can I call spring this cold wind from the stars?

Winter’s a prison I want to flee out so hard 

I have a face that I believe 

it’s a mistake I can’t erase 

Spring spring spring 

give me back that dream 

during which I had still some peace 

and I had still the strength to fight 

and I had still the will to try 

to live

I would like to be another man

 

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When I am so sad 

the time collapses 

a sort of hangover 

without that mess 

 

And step by step 

I can become bad 

towards the others 

towards myself 

 

I would like to be another man 

with a different face and stronger hands 

someone who doesn’t try to find some sense 

in everywhere 

 

I would like to fly somewhere else 

where I have some light over my head 

without being frightened for all the gazes 

I could have 

 

This dark land 

I know so well 

it is becoming 

a sort of friend 

 

But it’s not proper 

to live this distress 

all the days I have 

since the hope is dead 

 

I would like to be another man 

with a different face and stronger hands 

someone who doesn’t try to find some sense 

in everywhere

 

I would like to fly somewhere else 

where I have some light over my head 

without being frightened for all the gazes 

I could have

And while I hide myself inside this room

 

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Spring is coming 

and I’m dying inside 

I am tragic and pathetic 

it’s right 

it’s so difficult 

to admit I know 

that I have not gained nothing at all 

People are 

greatly far from me 

I’m ashamed 

I can say nothing 

I perfectly know 

they can judge me worse 

than what I do already by my own 

And while I hide myself inside this room 

the sun is penetrating through the window 

and the curtains seem to be of gold 

And I have a fight inside my soul 

my ruined face is only the mirror 

and the place where I combat my war 

In my depth 

there’s still a breath 

a hope 

to start again 

the battle end

I lost 

after the defeat 

I admit the thing 

and I can be a new man from here 

And while I hide myself inside this room 

the sun is penetrating through the window 

and the curtains seem to be of gold 

And I have a fight inside my soul 

my ruined face is only the mirror 

and the place where I combat my war

My dear little Lucy

 

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My dear little Lucy 

my dear little child 

my dear little aunty 

your soul is so bright 

nobody else can be so pure 

like you have been I am sure 

I’ll always remember 

during your last days 

the kisses you send 

to me from your bed 

and with the voice so weak you said 

I love you do not forget 

It makes me so sad 

that you are now dead 

this deep winter has 

a taste for regrets 

And I was not by your side 

in the last moments of your life 

I’ve dreamt of you often 

during the last days 

you’re going to heal 

sat over your bed 

but things went in another way 

and you have left us in the pain 

Living in your old house 

I will always have 

the chance to remember 

all the things you left 

since when I was born you were there 

and now a part of me is dead 

3rd February 2026

Imbolc in the pain

 

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Please God, let me be strong 

oh please God, let me be strong 

while I see her decay 

while I see her last decay 

Please God, cut off her pain 

she does not at all deserve 

this torture in the bed 

this torture in the bed 

Please God, let me feel brave 

now that I’m in despair 

and put your holy hands 

over her body and head 

Imbolc is in the pain 

but I need to pray 

because I am afraid 

to go this time insane

The new wine, the new moon

 

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The new wine 

makes me remember 

in a single sip 

the sweetness of the summer 

The new moon 

it’s every time 

a little chance 

to restart again 

How many rituals 

to try to survive 

like all the days 

are prayers to say 

and I remember the seasons of the soul 

and I surrender to the power of the world 

The new wine 

it is the blessing 

of this old land 

I honour the ancestors 

The new moon 

into the fog 

in the deep winter 

it is a faithful day 

How many rituals 

to try to survive 

like all the days 

are prayers to say 

 and I remember the seasons of the soul 

and I surrender to the power of the world

18th February 2026

Between snow and sun

 

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Please, leave me here 

between snow and sun 

warming up my heart 

without thinking of 

my decay 

 

I would die here 

between snow and sun 

stopping my sad heart 

turning the light off 

on my face 

 

There is still some snow on the field 

and the sun is high but is weak 

and the wind is blowing cold 

and the wind is blowing cold 

 

Need to stay outside as much as I can 

but it’s cold and I don’t like that 

while the wind is blowing cold 

yes the wind is blowing cold 

 

On the new wall 

between snow and sun 

over the old road I

 take note of 

this refrain 

 

There is still some snow on the field 

and the sun is high but is weak 

and the wind is blowing cold 

and the wind is blowing cold 

 

Need to stay outside as much as I can 

but it’s cold and I don’t like the 

while the wind is blowing cold 

yes the wind is blowing cold

I wait for the violets

 

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I wait for the violets 

as my granny said 

they are the first flowers 

coming when the spring is not yet 

but it is only January 

and the snow is arriving 

while the sky is white or grey 

Then winter came 

with two snowy days 

and with this sense of helplessness 

I don’t know how to esc from this nightmare 

please God give a sign of your fire 

I wait for something 

that I don’t know yet 

maybe someone else or myself 

that I can become again 

and into this deep darkness 

I can sing to analyse if 

my voice is still the same I had 

The winter came 

with the holy days 

they’re twelve as we all know here 

I don’t know how to fight this woe 

what I know it is not enough to esc from 

I wait for the violets

May the winter

 

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May be the winter bring peace 

among all the nations 

may the winter polish 

the mess in this desolation 

and may the winter give things 

that make me a better person 

and may this winter believe 

in a world more handsome 

This gloom has devoured the sun 

no warmth no light for days there are 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north 

I really hope to see again the sun 

this fog is coloured like the bones of heart 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north 

May the solstice fix here 

a point a new lesson 

when the darkness also means 

the new light inception 

and please be gentle with me 

a prayer over the candle 

because all that I need 

is a new perception 

(of me) 

This gloom has devoured the sun 

no warmth no light for days there are 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north 

I really hope to see again the sun 

this fog is coloured like the bones of heart 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north

Winter solstice - Alban Arthan

The windows of the castle

 

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It seems we wait for Christmas all the year 

trying to fight the useless blessed tears 

This sunset is the shortest of the year

Lucy the Saint the eyeless seems to hear 

And I have seen the windows of the castle 

the last rays of the sun on window pane 

the highest point towards the east 

while all the world is going to feast 

for Christmas 

These nights are long but not dark as the soot 

the days are bright but short as my good mood 

I know I’d need to stay into the woods 

to find out some trace of me and not to lose 

And I have seen the windows of the castle 

the last rays of the sun on window pane 

the highest point towards the east 

while all the world is going to feast 

for Christmas

Nothing like my face

 

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Time of my life 

is like a big tide 

while I don’t even know the last time I have cried 

 

In my busy mind 

the need to be alive 

is in contrast with all the thoughts against the life 

 

There is nothing like my face 

that is for me a maze 

I try to avoid the mirror 

to escape me from the pain 

 

But I know I can’t go this way 

it’s something to erase 

from my mind with the scissors 

I cut the pain away 

 

 A boat I’ve inside 

into waves so high 

but always looking for an harbour to survive 

 

Nothing seems so right 

or even a bit kind 

while I am always thinking of the same lie 

 

There is nothing like my face 

that is for me a maze 

I try to avoid the mirror 

to escape me from the pain 

 

But I know I can’t go this way 

it’s something to erase 

from my mind with the scissors 

I cut the pain away

I walk nearby my house but it’s as I’m in India

 

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I walk nearby my house 

but it’s as I’m in India 

my mind oh is allowed 

through words sweet as the stevia 

to travel far from my sad life 

where other stories seem so right 

 

While here it’s cold and wet 

I can taste warmth and sun 

while I am feeling bad 

I can have a young heart 

this is the power of the humans 

to be elsewhere without being new ones 

 

In my mind I’m told to seek some truth 

but I’m lost where all sacred’s abused 

when I try to clean me from the soot 

I find myself where darkness looms 

give me some truth 

 

All the brambles around 

the last with still some leaves 

and there is not a sound 

that early sunset sweeps 

but his words transport in a while 

in a place full of noise and life 

 

Fog is covering all the wood 

but some sun is still on the roof 

every day I fight with my sad mood 

to travel with the mind is helpful 

if I find some truth