Dopo la pioggia

Esco dopo la pioggia
come una lumaca
respiro le gocce calde
sotto il nuovo sole
ho smesso di combattere
le ferite grondano vita
non vissuta, dimenticata
come musica di pace
dopo una guerra.

La luna a venere

La pianura copiosa

avvicina la luna a venere

mentre prego le mie ginocchia

di restare piegate sul nulla

in attesa che maggio

inventi un nuovo pasto

su cui immaginare

la fine del caos.

Speak to me stone

I have thought to take my dreams
as I'm living in a film
but the life oh has taught me
that I'm failing I can't win

There are clues along the road
that there is another force
something that can help me
to become again me

Speak to me stone of the ancient rites
speak to me stone of the ancient times
do not let anything behind
do not let anything behind

Speak to me stone of the ancient tribes
how they can pray and push pain outside
do not let anything behind
do not let anything behind

What to do I don't yet know
who exactly I've to call?
in this ritual I ask for
blessing from all directions

I let myself receive so
sacred water on my brow
and the honey in my mouth
the sweet seed before the bound

Speak to me stone of the ancient rites
speak to me stone of the ancient times
do not let anything behind
do not let anything behind

Speak to me stone of the ancient tribes
how they can pray and push pain outside
do not let anything behind
do not let anything behind

Beltaine 2018
Nella foto: Pietra Beretta (Frignano)

Pura

Respiro il cammino
e cospargo di luce
la mia pelle stanca
nel mattino apocrifo
di acqua e di occhi
di aria e di suoni
solitudine pura.

Antalya, Turchia

Rettile

Sono stato povero
di intenti e parole
rettile sul ghiaccio
in attesa del sole

Nella foto l'archivolto della Pieve di Trebbo (Mo).

To burns into the words

I hope I can now feel
as the spears give no fear
I want to drain my tears
where the desert begins

And then to perceive time
as it was only a tale
that someone told me
when I was just a babe

Like a baul
I sing a song
to try to burn
into the words

Under this wall
we’re seven roads
coming from north
and now so close

After this song
one of these soul
will have the work
the fire to hold

We all are pilgrims
along the roads sometimes
during this cold spring
can we have two new eyes?

Like a baul
I sing a song
to try to burn
into the words

Under this home
we’re seven roads
coming from north
and now so close

After this song
one of these soul
will have the work
the fire to hold

Conoscenza tessile

Ragni sapienti
sui rami nuovi
di viti piangenti
tessono il tempo
ciò che siamo stati
e potremmo essere
come le prime rughe
sulle nostre fronti
mappe dei giorni
e delle notti insonni.

Nel mio braccio ferito
la conoscenza antica
feroce dell'aracnide
che pulsa nel sangue
in attesa di liberazione.