Where God has come from

The little child
Over the sea
Into my arms
She seems so still

With half opened eyes she seems to peep the horizon
As she knew that’s the place where God has come from

I don’t think I’ll be ever dad
It’s something more than what I can 
I cannot teach, how to live

But with you in my arms I bet
I can learn to be a better man
So much to learn... where are you from?

I see your smile
under my chin
and in the light
it seems so big

I guess your thoughts are pure as the cold water
Into which I walk with my feet and hels

I don’t think I’ll be ever dad
It’s something more than what I can
I cannot teach, how to live

But with you in my arms I bet
I can learn to be a better man
So much to learn... where are you from?

Lerici, 10 giugno 2016

Sublime

Will I be able to walk again
along the paths of the fire
without tiring my legs
without burning my hands?

And all around I see my old friends
the wood is still the dress of the Land
So I have still some hope
I'm not completely lost

It is something like starting again
into the triumph of Nature
you cannot put through parenthesis the life

the green everywhere is something
that can fill my little soul
there is nothing of so sublime to learn

And people they go on saying
my choices are all wrong, yes may be
so I ask to the Land
I'm not a real man?

But men are not those one so
self confident until being grown
without ever being wrong
I've more mistakes than bones

It is something like starting again
into the triumph of Nature
you cannot put through parenthesis the life

the green everywhere is something
that can fill my little soul
There is nothing of so sublime to learn

21 maggio 2016

Resist to all the bets

We are so fragile
under neutron skies
we can only pray to stay alive

Gods among the stones
look at us like ghosts
after the millennia have gone

We need to have the courage to forget
we need to have the strength to start again
'cause we have so many chances
world has changed in so many senses

The temples can resist to all the bets
because they were built by the faith of men
it's the best cement to create
immortality through the hands

The wind here is kind
it brings back the time
to those moments when it was divine

The Sun here can find
its home for the night
where oh it can wait for a new shine

We need to have the courage to forget
we need to have the strength to start again
'cause we have so many chances
world has changed in so many senses

The temples can resist to all the bets
because they were built by the faith of men
it's the best cement to create
immortality through the hands

Agrigento, 14 maggio 2016

Guf *

Il sole nasce
tra le lenzuola stropicciate
nel luogo di confine
dove si asciugano i sogni

* In ebraico, “stanza delle anime” dove risiedono le anime in attesa dell'incarnazione ed è posto nel settimo Cielo: è da qui che proviene l'anima di ogni nuovo nato

There was no drought to dry

A Sunday morning like the others
I walk along my street
And all around me sun is shining
Appearance of peace

Still drops of Faith
I Have deep into my soul like
There was no drought to dry

I often think in the last month
What if I was alone
I would be probably more attentive
Towards my own

Sometimes I believe
Relations all are stealing
The best parts of myself

Today I feel as it’s a success
Just being still on my feet
Trying to get some new access
To dimensions I care

But it’s a feeling
Moving like the wind
Caressing the new trees

8th may 2016

Non ho osservato

Non ho osservato maggio
trasformare il bosco
tra i sussurri della notte
dove morte tesse vita

I miei occhi mendicanti
raccolgono gli angoli
misteriosi e antichi
di un passato non morto

Dopo Beltaine

Dopo l’antica Beltaine
rimane l’odore di cera
portato dal vento umido.

Non ho debiti con gli dei
in questo distacco misurato
dalla terra amante maga.

E i papaveri di nuovo
sanno donare impressioni
sui bordi dei campi di grano.