Mostro

L’insonnia reifica il mostro
diviene carne e respiro
occhi che giudicano
senza conoscere.
La mattina è sole nuovo
sui resti miserabili
raccolto di sangue
tra spighe mature.

Belladonna

Basta un lieve sussurro
sulla corteccia dell'acqua
per aprire dimensioni
di luce e alterità
litote esasperata
frutto della belladonna
accanto al rosmarino.

Meanwhile

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Meanwhile, the time goes on to flow
and no frontier can hold its strength
and I am living with no hope
no I don't want to know my fate

I swear I will remain in the wood 
where there's a path to win and to lose 
until now, it was my only way 
until now, it was my special prayer 

Sometimes I think there's nothing to do 
that I can't find any sincere clue 
but here the sun among the trees 
it says I've got again to win, to win 

Sometimes I think a special fate
is waiting for me there, in some place
but she says “the only way to change
your fate is to let it rain”, let it rain *

I swear I will remain in the wood 
where there's a path to win and to lose 
until now, it was my only way 
until now, it was my special prayer 

Sometimes I think there's nothing to do 
that I can't find any sincere clue but 
here the sun among the trees it says 
I've got again to win, to win 

* Quote “Wildwood” by Tori Amos

Where the river meets the Atlantic

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What will I be without my youth?
what will I be without this truth?
over this boat tonight
close also to the sky
where the river meets the Atlantic

I let my past going away
as it was something to be erased
I know perfectly
it's the last time for me
with these friendly faces
and new places

Maybe I know 
that I can't know 
something will go and something else not at all 
skin on the bones 
and voice to call 
they are enough the life to carry on … on 

What will I find in my new life
with new habits of some kind?
how many records
in my dreams I'll recall
during the future nights I've got?

Maybe I know 
that I can't know 
something will go and something else not at all 
skin on the bones 
and voice to call 
they are enough the life to carry on … on 

Seixal, Portugal, 31st May 2019

Misericordia estiva

Gli alberi specchiano il silenzio
sulle vetrate livide del cielo
le nuvole paiono grandi occhi
pupille come lampioni accesi:
ecco il dipinto assordante
della misericordia estiva
parentesi ventosa del tempo.

From the west

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The wind from the ocean
says there's a new season
coming from the west
I am on this island
looking at the sunset
shining from the west

And I'm just a little man 
yes I'm just a little man 
what else to desire 
if not let the fire 
of the summer coming 
from the west? 
The ancient calendar 
of stones on this island 
says today a new year starts* 
from the west 

The ancient people
living on this island
knew all about the west
they watched the short sunsets
into the deep ocean
along the west

And I'm just a little man 
yes I'm just a little man 
what else to desire 
if not let the fire 
of the summer coming 
from the west ? 
The ancient calendar 
of stones on this island 
says today a new year starts* 
from the west 

* Secondo gli antichi abitanti di Lanzarote, i Majos, l'anno nuovo iniziava per il solstizio d'estate, come è testimoniato dal calendario solare di pietra presente a Zonzamas. 

Teguise,  Lanzarote, 20 giugno 2019

Onde

Qui il cielo è solo un sipario
per lo spettacolo del vento
le onde soltanto la corona
per questa terra d'aria e fuoco
ma l'Atlantico urla una storia
da troppo tempo non raccontata.

Famara, Lanzarote, 19 giugno 2019