Even if it is summer

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The fog covers the mountains
even if it is summer
I remember that old song
written so many years ago
when I thought everything could happen in my life
when I thought everything was going to become gold

It is cold and it's raining
even if it is summer
life is changed so much
that I can't recognize
if it is the one I have planned in my past
if it is still what I can feel my life in part

I've always prayed 
when the rain 
even if it's summer came 

Remembering 
I was so weak 
and I can be that boy still 

I remember her voice
covering all the noise
singing my song so well
that I bewared myself
and the fog on summer still inspires some words
even if I am dried and I am become old

I've always prayed 
when the rain even 
if it's summer came 

Remembering 
I was so weak 
and I can be that boy still

28th July 2019

Grondan le veneziane

Ho ferito il tempo
sotto il sole obliquo
impietoso spettatore
della mia umanità.

Grondan le veneziane
di luce scomposta
mentre dieci anni
scorron tra le pagine
e le lettere sbiadite.

Siamo istanti disperati
in cerca d'eternità.

Les beaux jours

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Les beaux jours sont quand les rêves ne sont plus là
Les beaux jours sont quand la pluie danse une marche
dans les arbres

Les beaux jours sont quand je peux voir des images
qui sont runes écrites par Dieu avec les nuages
dans le ciel

C'est seulment un peu d'automne 
en pleine été 
Je proclame l'abandon 
de la banalité 
le monde approche de votre sentiment 

La pluie sur ces montagnes 
est une bénédiction 
Je vois la petite araignée 
voler sur l'eau 
le monde entier change en un instant 

Les beaux jours sont quand je suis moi un peu plus
et quand tu arrêtes de dire ton “J'accuse”
comme toujours

C'est seulment un peu d'automne 
en pleine été 
Je proclame l'abandon 
de la banalité 
le monde approche de votre sentiment 

La pluie sur ces montagnes 
est une bénédiction 
Je vois la petite araignée 
voler sur l'eau 
le monde entier change en un instant

The only possible harvest

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The only way for me
the only possible harvest
it is to stay here
close to the wood in this garden

It's where I was born and where I seeded the earth
It's where I was called back when I lost my heart

What is the harvest 
if not a perspective 
to join the future 
in a different way 

What is the harvest 
the blood on the wheat field 
to understand that 
something is changed 

The only place to be
during this night of harvest
I know I've many things
to catch and to leave to others

It's where I belong, among the spirits I know
It's where I belong, among the fields that I know

What is the harvest 
if not a perspective 
to join the future 
in a different way 

What is the harvest 
the blood on the wheat field 
to understand that 
something is changed 

Night of Lughnasadh

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