My bread

I can sit
Here on the water
Like the sun
Before going

Then come back
As a father
To create
A new tomorrow

And no matter if I have used
Myself to arrive this point

So I will throw away my bread
On the surface of the waters
Knowing that first or then
It will be back *

I don’t know what I deserve
Or what it is right to lose
Everything that I’ll accept
Can become gold

I can teach
Here by the seaside
A new beat
To my mind

It’s the real
Sacred rhythm
Of something
Not yet learned

We can wait for the mermaids
Starting to cry by midnight

So I will throw away my bread
On the surface of the waters
Knowing that first or then
It will be back *

I don’t know what I deserve
Or what it is right to lose
Everything that I’ll accept
Can become gold

Isola d’Elba – 14 Maggio 2011
* “Khoèlet” 11.1

Tzomèah *

Dire nel cuore
parole di sangue:
la notte medita
fra i sussurri santi
del bosco insonne

Dio si nasconde
nel labirinto
grondante d’anima
delle nostre voci:
musica acerba

L’oscurità di questo cerchio
è fertile madre feconda:
nel suo grembo germogliano
le paure e le promesse
(avanzo di luce nel buio).

Beltaine 2011

* “Tzomèach”: in ebraico significa “che germoglia”; vale per la vegetazione, per i capelli, ma anche per la verità e la giustizia. È un verbo di forza naturale che io vedo molto collegato al significato della festa celtica di Beltaine, in cui si celebra il trionfo della vita che germoglia.

New nest

It seems autumn because of the seeds
That are falling from the highest trees
What I can see here in front of me
It’s the new nest I will have for me

Entering through this door today
I am becoming a new man
What is going to happen now?
I do have nothing to pretend

It was winter just becoming spring
The first time when I have seen it
Now I’m doubtful almost of everything
And I’m asking if right really is

Having in my hands these keys
I have inside a different beat
Is this really the new thing
That makes a boy a man to be?

And you said
That everything will change
Nothing will be the same
And now I know

What you said
Beside the roses mazes
Along that summer crazy
Now it is real .. is real

It seems looking directly to me
That black horse on the façade here
And the colors the yellow and the red
Fill the hollow among the green trees

May be mine’s a reckless choice
While my youth is a far noise
But sometimes life is a toy
And so I’m playing acting joy

And you said
That everything will change
Nothing will be the same
And now I know

What you said
Beside the roses mazes
Along that summer crazy
Now it is real … is real

23rd April 2011

Yam *

Sul bordo estremo
del continente
la pelle si stende
sulla pietra nuda
per adorare il sole
del pomeriggio tardo

Ogni sangue può convergere
tutte le lingue e le nazioni
dall’Irlanda ad Israele
accanto all’unico oceano
mare dell’eternità

Il Demiurgo disciolto nelle acque
ricopre le tombe di sale
e riporta gli aborti alla vita.

(Oerias, Portogallo, 13 Aprile 2011)
* "Yam" significa "mare" in ebraico.

Sradicato

Consumo il mio pasto
monosillabico
a cavallo dell’aria

Sono così lontano
dalla terra
da sentirmi
sradicato

Eppure i pensieri
sanno volare veloci
come cimici impazzite
sopra ai fuochi d’estate

(vorrei sentire la corte
serale degli insetti
e riempire ampolle
di scirocco profumato
col movimento sottile
delle mie ciglia sul cielo)


Sul volo per Lisbona – 12 aprile 2011

Early summer

What have I founded
Into this new sky?
Is there something I can hear in the wind?

I have thought it was
Just a bit easier
To grow and to understand a sense.. the sense

But have you noticed?
Winter is finished
And I can’t give a name for this strange spring

I guess I should be
Everyday different
To change myself as this amazing light..this light

And I can call this season early summer
‘cause the sun on my palms is like a brother
My prison’s not yet broken
But I’ve new gods to adore
And all my power is ready to hurt

Now I just shake my reason like the butter
To make esc drops of water from the fire
‘cause the days have no number
And time’s an invention
We are alive only something to learn

And in the garden
I take my pleasure
Watching the rays of sun falling down

I like to think that
Every little ray
It is God’s answer for a prayer.. prayer

And I can call this season early summer
‘cause the sun on my palms is like a brother
My prison’s not yet broken
But I’ve new gods to adore
And all my power is ready to hurt

Now I just shake my reason like the butter
To make esc drops of water from the fire
‘cause the days have no number
And time’s an invention
We are alive only something to learn

Change

Blossoms of the trees are falling
And the wind of change is blowing
On my life
What can I say tonight?

Every things is going to happen
Is made to satisfy the rebel
I’ve inside
What else to say tonight?

Yes change brings always bitterness
Together with some sweetness
As you don’t’ know what to expect

No place for me into this bed
It is become little and bad
But it is my eldest friend

As the old vineyard is showing
With its tears that are now falling
On the soil
Now there’s the new springtime

I’m not sure of what I’m doing
Sometimes I feel I’m a foolish
Sometimes not
So let’s have a try

Yes change brings always bitterness
Together with some sweetness
As you don’t’ know what to expect

No place for me into this bed
It is become little and bad
But it is my eldest friend