sabato 16 dicembre 2017

Inizio

Al di là del vetro
il prato è cosparso di foglie
in questa stanza vuota
disegno sul pavimento
la forma della mia anima
con la luce profonda
che non so di avere.

Inizio il cammino nuovo:
che sia il sentiero giusto!

mercoledì 13 dicembre 2017

Ravens

It's almost ridiculous
that you can't learn
I guess unbelievable
that you stay cold
when there are thousand ways to get warm
when there are thousand things to learn

You stay in you little
little world
but I see in your eyes
that you are bored
oh can't you see the vastness outside?
It's the fear that makes you blind

The ravens over my head
speak in stead of the Land
their call is saying I can fly

I embrace the surrender
a dropout from the life
in order to stay well again

Under this old castle
I see the truth
that you have to addle
not to be abused
Hiding yourself among the highest trees
where the wood is dense and with firs

The ravens over my head
speak in stead of the Land
their call is saying I can fly

I embrace the surrender
a dropout from the life
in order to stay well again

Nella foto il borgo di Gombola

martedì 5 dicembre 2017

Rust or consciousness

I think it is going to snow
I feel cold inside my bones
and outside the windows I see
the fog on the peaks the highest
Yes, I'm aware winter is coming
and the old man is knocking lonely

Am I here for a case
or is it just a written fate?
Is it rust or consciousness
what I see over my face?
And even if winter is coming
I have to keep some warm inside

I have stopped to put myself in shame
thanks to what it's changed in the last
days we are only wheels over rough roads
every dip we take is a small stop

I deliver all my bad thoughts to the moon
and they can come back completely new
in a way I've never could imagine
shining over the darkness I know

Let me take some decision
that is really by my own
to go once towards myself
and not towards someone else
now that it's clear winter is coming
there's no more time for seers to lie

I have stopped to put myself in shame
thanks to what it's changed in the last days
we are only wheels over rough roads
every dip we take is a small stop

I deliver all my bad thoughts to the moon
and they can come back completely new
in a way I've never could imagine
shining over the darkness I know

mercoledì 29 novembre 2017

Arbusto

Mentre gli altri crescono
io rimango piccolo
e osservo i loro tronchi
stagliarsi nel cielo
e i loro rami penduli
carichi di frutti



Intanto il mio arbusto
fragile e inadatto
stenta a sopravvivere
ad ogni inverno.

venerdì 24 novembre 2017

Briciole di età

Quante vite fa eravamo qua
non mi ricordo dimmi
non lo ricordo più

Io mi sedevo qua mentre tu là
non mi ricordo dimmi
non lo ricordo più

Su quel dirupo che chiamiamo tempo
mi siedo e attendo un momento
e non importa più quello che sento
rimane soltanto tormento

Ho lasciato pagine a metà
e dei sogni ho fatto
briciole di età

Nello specchio le fragilità
ho scolpito a secco
senza la pioggia

Su quel dirupo che chiamiamo tempo
mi siedo e attendo un momento
e non importa più quello che sento
rimane soltanto tormento

mercoledì 22 novembre 2017

I'm forgetting to be me

Trying to belong
to this strange world
I'm forgetting to be me
Now that I've understood
a sip of the truth
I am trying to believe
That I can come back to me

And when I miss myself
I come back always here
the place that I know well
out of the border is

And here oh I can find the strength of my youth
and here oh I can pray for myself to return

People around
seem to want to
make me feel a little shit
I don't know why
but it is not right
I have to try to be free
Trying to come back to me

And when I miss myself
I come back always here
the place that I know well
out of the border is

And here oh I can find the strength of my youth
and here oh I can pray for myself to return

giovedì 9 novembre 2017

Hoddmímir *

Ho visto il bosco spegnersi
e poi la notte prematura
invadere gli alberi in preghiera.

Il buio cresce e sfiora le stelle
ritorniamo uomini antichi
fradici di fede e immensità.

* Secondo la mitologia norrena, il bosco di Hoddmímir sarà l’unico luogo sulla terra a scampare alla fine dei tempi, quando avverrà la battaglia definitiva fra caos e ordine.