Suddenly the winter

Suddenly the winter
has come along this weird road
all has become of silver
while what I need is only gold

Suddenly the winter
and sky is made of pearls and ghosts
I feel I need a binder
to collect all my paper thoughts

Under the walnut I 
say prayer to the time 
to let me understand 
who I really am 

'Cause I need to know 
what I want and I don't 
to learn to say yes 
to learn to say no 

Suddenly the winter
and I am going on as boat
made by distracted builders
and now in the middle of a storm

Suddenly the winter
only apologies while I fall
I try to be my heater
but inside I remain so cold

Under the walnut I 
say prayer to the time 
to let me understand 
who I really am 

'Cause I need to know 
what I want and I don't 
to learn to say yes 
to learn to say no

Suddenly the winter
has come along this weird road
all has become of silver
but there is still the surprise of a rose

The song for protection

Yes this is the song for protection
from the west I learn the first lesson
east is the place of the resurrection
north and south are points of holy efforts

The triumph of darkness is so near
please protect myself from the thieves

With this words I call my warmth
that can help me to fight the cold
everybody has come and then gone
I have to think it all by my own

I have asked to me so many things
I have lost of me the inner bliss

I have stopped my tears but I'm weak
in this war I've to ban the fear
this pouring rain a blessing is
I am here to live and not to bleed

No one can reach me if I don't need
no one can hit me if I don't agree

This place is my fort for protection
let show to myself I've learned the lesson!

Like when we danced around the fire

For Samhain we had really passed through
a ritual death facing several proof
since two of us were whom that create the mood
the other one was there to understand who
he is really deep inside
beyond every single lie

So let's behave as 
I was always blind 
to let the faith 
decide for me sometimes 
like when we danced around the fire 
like when we danced around the fire 
that night 

And everything was right while everything was wrong
in front of fire that was so strong
discovering there is under dust some gold
we become aware of our faults
and all the mountains around us
say we can be all that we ask

So let's behave as 
I was always blind 
to let the faith 
decide for me sometimes 
like when we danced around the fire 
like when we danced around the fire 
that night 

1st november 2018

Wyrd *

Il mio respiro tesse
i nodi d'ogni istante
in ogni direzione.
Sono vento luminoso
tra gli spazi geometrici
della tela di Chirone **
La lamina delle palpebre
apre alla luce esterna
e occlude la percezione.


* Concetto tipico della antica cultura anglosassone, con un significato simile a quello di “destino” ma con una accezione molto più ampia e complessa. 
** Nella mitologia greca era un centauro famoso per le sue doti di guaritore.

While fire is again on my skin

It's a long a time that I don't sing
as my voice has become just a sin
but I've so many things to sing
while fire is again on my skin

And every time I remember I can sing 
is when the autumn is behind the door 
and every time I surrender to my dreams 
is when I need to live into a new hope 

Now that I am so close to Samhain
and time is only a false belief
I can sail among the worlds to see
all the men I would have been

And every time I remember I can sing 
is when the autumn is behind the door 
and every time I surrender to my dreams 
is when I need to live into a new hope

Last night in Belfast city

Last night in Belfast city
what else that I should know?
If failure is now knocking at the door
The air is not yet freezing
and I am here alone
thinking of all the times
I have lost

Is there somewhere for me any peace? 
Or I will live forever in labyrinths. 

What am I living 
I don't know what is 
I suggest to myself it is the right way
I can't really say if it is the right play 

I am still singing 
even if rarely 
I have to show I am still a strong man 
while I am becoming only a desert land 

The people here seems to live
alone inside the crowd
running as they have to reach
highest clouds
Here I feel I'm a stranger
but at the same time
I feel I am here since I was alive

Is there somewhere for me any peace? 
Or I will live forever in labyrinths. 

What am I living 
I don't know what is 
I suggest to myself it is the right way 
I can't really say if it is the right play 

I am still singing 
even if rarely 
I have to show I am still a strong man 
while I am becoming only a desert land 

5th October 2018, Belfast (UK)

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