The shadow of the first evening

 

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When I walk into the fog 

I feel I am not alone 

maybe the shadow of the first evening 

that runs over the hills showing the limits 

Between this world and the others 

I know it is not a joke 

I hope the love that I have inside 

it is enough to pass through the night 

Sometimes I have said 

I really don’t want to be like that again 

but I am always there 

that means I have to face that at the end 

and I am still the same even if I am changed 

and I am still the same even if I am changed 

Lovers of the night like I am 

lately they have changed their mind 

there is something I feel merciless 

out there just when the darkness arrives 

Sometimes I have said 

I really don’t want to be like that again 

but I am always there 

that means I have to face that at the end 

and I am still the same even if I am changed 

and I am still the same even if I am changed 

3rd December 2022

Sharp joke

 

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I’ve done it so many times 

without knowing it’s a lie 

and that I will soon become that man in time 

Only knowing who are you 

you can really see the blue 

buried into your deep and inner sky 

I’ve never noticed that the time 

could decide of you in spite 

bringing you to adore your lies 

you become heavy to fly 

It is a sharp joke 

you become what you don’t want 

the certainty you love 

makes you become a sad ghost 

Look around after the park 

there are buildings like the mud 

in a city that is far from its ancient past 

I’ve never noticed that the time 

could decide of you in spite 

 bringing you to adore your lies 

you become heavy to fly 

It is a sharp joke 

you become what you don’t want 

the certainty you love 

makes you become a sad ghost 

Larissa, Greece, 4th November 2022

Athens is a gaze

 

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I just want to say 

lost into a place 

miles away from what 

I call home 

My mind is a maze 

I walk everyday 

to find the exit out 

this phase 

Because I don’t belong 

to nobody at all 

I’ve no place 

I’ve no home 

to go 

There’s a time a time to lie 

and there’s another time to say 

we were wrong 

Life’s not made only to die 

I have to forget it all 

before 

Athens’ a nice gaze 

on an ancient reign 

that is gone away 

in a blow 

I have seen it with 

imaginary love 

leaving all alone 

my soul 

Because I don’t belong 

to nobody at all 

I’ve no place 

I’ve no home 

to go 

There’s a time a time to lie 

and there’s another time to say 

we were wrong 

Life’s not made only to die 

I have to forget it all 

before 

Athens, Greece, 2nd November 2022

Ancient glade

 

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Samhain, it is not the summer end 

it’s here the full summer in the land 

the temperatures are high 

I want to stop to cry 

 

There is no ritual in my hands 

they are open and asking for help 

the sky is still so blue 

of winter there’s no clue 

 

It is a long time I don’t come here 

where I can remember the past years 

suddenly I believe again 

There is a strange silence in the wood 

while I’m here to find again my roots 

they are here I hope in the depth 

 

My faith is old as this ancient glade 

through which men passed with a sacred sense

I am a crumble of 

what it was here before 

 

It is a long time I don’t come here 

where I can remember the past years 

suddenly I believe again 

There is a strange silence in the wood 

while I’m here to find again my roots 

they are here I hope in the depth 

 

1st November 2022

Like the others

 

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I’ve always known 

that I would never be like the others 

Once I thought 

that maybe I could have be like the others 

but it’s not possible 

simply impossible 

But in some way I must be free 

that is the only fire in me 

I don’t know what will save me 

if salvation I can find 

I don’t know what I’m waiting 

or where I want to arrive 

It is a road 

that I have to walk without the others 

I am alone 

like everyone else like the others 

but most of them don’t know 

not all of them can know 

But in some way I must be free 

that is the only fire in me 

I don’t know what will save me 

if salvation I can find 

I don’t know what I’m waiting 

or where I want to arrive 

 26th October 2022

Beyond the sunrise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stanotte, nel dormiveglia, ho percepito la casa (questa vecchia e tribolata casa) come fosse una nave. Una nave che si muove con la terra, nel mare immenso     del cosmo, da ovest verso est. Senza alzarmi dal letto, ho immaginato di affacciarmi alla finestra del mio studio, di fronte al castello, e osservare il cielo dell’est venirmi incontro. Come un oceano ignoto viene incontro a un navigatore cinquecentesco. Ho sentito i muri della casa scricchiolare per l’impatto della volta celeste e le stelle sfiorare le travi del tetto. Poi ho interiorizzato questo moto ancestrale e ho pensato che anche il sangue che scorre nelle mie vene e arterie subisca lo stesso moto. Dentro la casa, subisco l’influsso celeste e il mio futuro arriva da est e finisce a ovest. Stando affacciato alla finestra e guardando lontano posso scorgere la mia morte. Quel punto scuro al di là dell’alba. Il porto sicuro che accoglierà la mia sofferenza quotidiana, donandomi finalmente la pace. “Beyond the sunrise that is where we live, feeding our counsel and true comfort give, travelling men”.

 * Le parti in inglese sono tratte da “Beyond the sunrise” di Belle and Sebastian

Parnaso *

 

 Dietro al Parnaso 

 il sole raccoglie

 raggi superstiti 

 per donare alle muse 

 nuovi colori:

 mentre il mondo si spegne

 l'ispirazione si fa piccola

 percettibile soltanto 

 a pochi 

 

* Il monte sacro ad Apollo, dove risiedono le Muse 

Tithorea (Grecia) - 4 novembre 2022