The singing of the insects

 

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The singing of the insects 

under the crescent of moon 

it is only a whistle 

but I find some notes into 

 

so I can sing the melody 

as they are teaching it to me 

 

It seems a kind of summer 

but it is early springtime 

I love the warmth on the skin 

and I like to stay outside 

 

after a winter so long 

it’s a sort of salvation 

 

And in the sky, the stars are twinkling 

yes in the sky, the stars are twinkling 

look at the sky, the stars are twinkling 

all around the moon 

 

The spread of the new life 

makes me feel so powerful 

every year it’s the sign 

of the newborn God called Lugh 

 

that in the summer will become 

a young and sparkling young man 

 

And in the sky the stars are twinkling 

yes in the sky the stars are twinkling 

look at the sky, the stars are twinkling 

all around the moon

Rinuncia

 

La poesia dell'attesa 

frustrante infinita 

e della rinuncia 

negata odiata 

ma agognata 

 

(l'unica via disincantata per una goccia di pace assoluta) 

 

Come la pioggia sul vetro 

e le prime foglie 

del noce incredulo 

sospeso tra 

primavera e inverno.

Airmed’s mantle

 

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It’s twenty years 

that I come here 

the hidden sea 

behind the hills 

 

there’s a weird peace 

that I can feel 

the scented breeze 

a medicine 

 

So I need to sing something about 

this place that it is almost my house 

 

Among pine trees 

the pine resin 

my nostrils fills 

and makes me breath 

 

The sea here plays 

hide and seek 

under the peaks 

you can find it 

 

It’s time to say that I belong 

to this inlet where zephyr is strong 

 

Airmed* unfolded her 

magic mantle 

and separated the herbs 

according to their proper order

 

This is Airmed’s Land 

I am so sure 

the Mediterranean 

can heal my soul 

 

 

Deiva Marina (SP), 7th April 2024 

 

* Airmed era una divinità della mitologia celtica, particolarmente venerata nell'antica mitologia irlandese. Era associata alla guarigione, alle erbe medicinali e al benessere. Secondo la leggenda, Airmed era una delle figlie di Dian Cecht, il dio irlandese della medicina, e faceva parte dei Tuatha Dé Danann, un popolo di divinità nella mitologia irlandese. Si dice che Airmed avesse il potere di curare le ferite e le malattie attraverso l'uso delle erbe e delle piante.

Holy thursday

 

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Holy thursday 

a prayer for me 

I am exhausted 

as I’m bleeding 

 

as my blood coming out 

can heal my soul so weak 

 

Holy thursday 

I don’t know why 

I am here still singing 

while I’m close to die 

 

as my breath is made of sand 

and I feel so bad 

 

And I don’t know if it is the loneliness 

that makes me feel so cold and close to nothingness 

maybe this is the same feeling of Jesus 

these days so many years ago

It is Saint Patrick’s day

 

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It is Saint Patrick’s day 

and I have met a snake 

in the wood, walking 

 

It was huge and black 

the biggest I’ve ever met 

in the wood, singing 

 

and today my thoughts go to Ireland 

where the legends say there are no snakes 

 

And still today everytime that I feel down 

I come back to Ireland 

It’s not a true travel only with the thoughts I go 

back to Ireland 

 

In a past almost erased 

I swore to belong to that land 

called Ireland 

 

And a huge part of me 

still stays on those cliffs 

looking at the ocean 

 

yes today my thoughts go to Ireland 

where the legends say you can meet the saints 

 

And still today everytime that I feel down 

I come back to Ireland 

It’s not a true travel only with the thoughts I go 

back to Ireland 

 

Saint Patrick’s day 2024

Jazz

 

 

 

 

 

 

E mentre il jazz 

marea icastica 

invadeva il silenzio 

acrilico indefinito 

delle mie orecchie 

ho immaginato impudico 

le mie labbra appoggiarsi 

sulle tue sconosciute 

assaggiarne il sapore 

inedito proibito 

sentire il suono vibrare 

tra i due crani tangenti

scambio di pensieri 

al ritmo di musica 

.....

e la mia mano 

sui tuoi jeans caldi.

Holy spring

 

Mi avvolgo di acqua 

maestra antica 

mentre l'inverno scivola 

via nella notte. 

 

Santa Primavera 

che fai fiorire il cielo 

raccontaci storie nuove 

indicaci vie diverse 

per abbandonare 

il sentiero del sangue 

che conduce 

alla morte. 

 

 Alban Eilir - Equinozio di Primavera