Please let me knowWhat’s going onNow that all the mothers are callingAnd there’s new tomorrow fallingHereWhy here I was born?Where then I will fall?I found answers in my insideBut all seems so weak around meNowI never spoke about my Country Italy was just a place Where just for a simple case I was born But in these days I’m…
These days over the cloudsMake me feel I am proudOf my constant researchingEven if I found nothingThese days over the cloudsAmong woods and speaking mouthsMay be I’m just a crumbleFrom which bread am I come from?And Job says grief can’t have sense If you see in it the absence You need to give direction Towards God It’s natural…
Since I have done so many thingsAnd many places I have seenAnd many people I have metMost of them I can’t understandThere are still many roads to walkBetween my merits and my faultsAnd thirty three is symmetryOne step for God and one for meIf I had a magic powder Into my hands of man To transform in a teen myself To start to live again …
Yes I’ve got still my mind full of musicI don’t know where comes from but I use itTo paint all my daysThat are so often greyOf coloursMusic this night is also my harvestNow that Orion has left east for northeastI would follow the skyAs in the ancient timesBut I’m farWhen the headlights of the cars Will be reflected by the roads So wet …
La dea bianca ha pianto per giorni sulla terra gelida e bruna. Lacrime grandi e soffici, candide e disperate. E ha coperto ogni cosa. Ogni colore e ogni pensiero. Cotone freddo sulle ferite. Ha pianto senza tregua nel cielo notturno. Sono state notti sofferte, di sogni lucidi e sensi assopiti. Notti di attesa per un avvenire incerto. Notti in cui non…
When you are alone in front of the wind And your mind is working like a mill There’s nothing to discover but you You’ve got enormous need of the truth You know you fell in a fairy trick Around you only trees and some sheep There’s some drizzle but the sky is blue Millions paths to follow with boots So cut the winter rose today And bring it…
Ci sono mattine piccole cenere di fuoco spento in cui le luci scheletriche del neon sanno fagocitare l’alba e i passi stretti sotto la pioggia ingoiano sorrisi stentati. Ma resta anche un altrove oltre la nona marea ** dove la luna urla ancora vita e il veleno del passato si dilegua nel ventre fluido dell’inconsapevolezza nuova. * In lingua…
How many windows closed Because of the cold But everyone can know Spirits pass through And I remember all my Samhains Lived inside my inner sanctuary And this is the first timeI celebrate here Among these ancient walls That I should feel near I use the time just like a powder I catch it and put in the fire Summer is now gone Rain is the only…
When I will ride a starMy tears will fall downAs frozen the will become crumbles on the soilThen I will rent a boatTo sail on the cosmosAnd to discover the Myths are true into this sphereI read it’s Sunday of ordinary timeSo maybe the prayers have not to contain rhymesSpeaking with the others I see I am foolishTo believe I can fly Let me know if I…