Cowardice

In this evening when the autumn
Starts to speak with its loud voice
And I’m so far from the ocean
From its beautiful noise

I wonder to myself
Why I am still there
Among the living creatures

And I think it would be better
If I was somewhere else
With the body under the soil
And the soul outside of it

So that I really could
Close this sense of deep rout
And I could melt my being

So maybe it’s better I die 
No I can go on trying, again 
I hope death is my way to fly 
Far from the pain I have inside 

But these thoughts are just illusion
And at the end I’m still here
With the heaviness that crushes me
So that I can hardly breath

And it’s so difficult
To stop all by my own
Cowardice is my last failure

Today if I think I will die 
I feel better inside, to me 
Life is just a gift, not a right 
And I have wasted its holy time 

Nella foto, Mediterraneo dalla Baia di Dingli, Malta

Brillare di buio

Si riparte sempre soli
adiacenti allo zero
fragili e neonati
formiche esuli
dopo un temporale.

Settembre lascia solo briciole
a brillare di buio
sotto un cielo indeciso
che promette senza
mantenere mai.

Nothing is going right

Full moon in the sky but nothing is going right
I protect my eyes with the tears never cried

Crescent in the sky but I see nothing right
I protect my life with the deeds never tried

I dreamt about a life that now I have almost forgotten 
I hoped to be a man that now is hidden under oysters 

Why I go on, planning the life, while I know that nothing will be right 

Dark moon in the sky but nothing is going right
I protect my mind burning plans always blind

Quarter in the sky but I see nothing right
I protect my body from the cold is arrived

I dreamt about a life that now I have almost forgotten 
I hoped to be a man that now is hidden under oysters 

Why I go on, planning the life, while I know that nothing will be right 

Nella foto: particolare del tempio megalitico di Tarscen (Malta)

Giorni sadici

Sono riuscito a piangere
in questi giorni sadici
tre lacrime a sinistra
quattro dall’occhio destro.

Quanto costa la sembianza
della bieca normalità

The roots are cut or are they stronger?

I say "come back"
But I don't know what
Today I've left
Also the ancient hopes
The roots are cut or are they stronger
Than what I have thought they could be?
I'm the impression of a future
Than I have never lived at last

The consciousness
Seems only madness
When those I met
Seem to live in a bet
Life cannot be a constant challenge
First or then must arrive some peace
There is no devil or no angel
If you do not want them to be

I watch my feet walking in the wood
They seem to know where is some truth
So I have to stop my thinking
And let my body decide for me

I feel the need to taste the absurd
Total absence of my roots
Together with sense of belonging
To something of really absorbing 

Let's stop to eat
Everything but
The little blue
Berries of the wood
Yes it could be almost exciting
To disappear from others' sightings

I have to stop to be so frightened

Every time I feel different 

I watch my feet walking in the wood
They seem to know where is some truth
So I have to stop my thinking
And let my body decide for me

I feel the need to taste the absurd
Total absence of my roots
Together with sense of belonging
To something of really absorbing

Mediterraneo

Sotto la grotta di calcare
bianco come le ossa antiche
ascolto il Mediterraneo
raccontarmi d'ere epiche
quando il mare dialogava
con la stessa lingua magica
da Israele a Gibilterra
fin nell'ombelico di Malta.


Poi chiudo gli occhi al sole
e vedo Tritone orbitare
intorno a Saturno il padre
imperturbabile nel tempo.



Malta, st Peter Bay

Always the same

This is the place
I find myself
Always the same

Since I’m no more a boy
And I’ve become a man
Here I’m always the same

Over this stone
I wrote my self
In oracles and words

There is no water
This time to see in my eyes
What does remain of myself

But I am pretty sure
I am still powerful
When I am into my wood

Over my stone
I evoke my strength
I need to survive at least

I’ve got three questions 
For three answers 
About three challenges 
I have in front of me 

I know it’s difficult 
To reach some wisdom 
And we lose it so fast 
As we were only thieves 

19th august 2016