Song of the distant wind  (Canto del vento lontano)

The silence that strains beyond the gloom of dreams

Bleeds blue of anguish and rain

And a cumbersome emptiness leans

On layers of consumed sounds

In the sky invisible wall

Of hands grazed by the wind

Of rain, smoke and cement

The powerless glance is held

By the clear dream of a child

I see once again those distant days

And I still hold out my hands

Seeking that painted emptiness

The mirror of days is shattered

On a bed of decayed leaves

Continuous grazing of lives

With nothing to say to each other

That song heard in the wind

Has become a buried sigh

And a shadow hides your face

In thick curtains of smoke

Rust burns the memories

Slowly covering your bed

And ivy strangles the roof

Of those twisted labyrinths

The wind now blows blue ochre

On that peaceful hide-out

Bleeding a sweet poison

Of emptiness, anguish and rain

Bleeding a sweet poison

Of emptiness, anguish and rain…

Your voice is a deep blue echo

The song of a distant wind

Ink that slowly bleeds

A sweet poison

Moth’s Wing  (Ala di falena)

The frail spell of a moth’s wing

Sweetly alights on my shut, tired eyes

Slumber dims the restlessness and barely leaves

A faint weeping of empty white walls

Some times the wind is a tulip of fear

Above the horizon rising as an ill gloomy flower

Singing that sing-song that darkens a doubtful sun

Suspended in the embrace of a sad winter daybreak

The grass grows o’er the grey ground of your body

And a faint light turns on the candles of eventide

A poisoned blossom nourishes the arch of encounter

Breathes in the darkness a scent of prayers

Paint all your colours on the wing of a moth

And let them close my eyes surrendered to mourning

I’ll open them once again in the dream that night poisons

And soundlessly listen to this sweet disenchantment

Awakening dance  (Danza del risveglio)

Dances death with the maid

In the womb of Spring

A song’s voice becomes a prayer

And the wind caresses the cradle

White butterflies on the ash-tree branches

Still wait for Summer

Fireflies sing enchanted sing-songs

In the field flowers’ wood

Dance in the shining air

Dance in the white wedding veil

Leaves turn yellow under an already tired sun

Beyond the glasses of a distant sky

Icy Winter takes them by the hand

And covers the land in white

The new season rises from the nothingness

Awakening every seed from its sleep

Death and the girl rest together

And the wind caresses the cradle

Dance in the shining air

Dance in the white wedding veil

Spell  (Incantesimo)

When you’ll close your eyes on the hard work

Of joining two breaths with a wail

I’ll hear in the wind that sweet friendly voice

Far by then

When the wall clock will strike the hour

When every pain loosens your hair’s knots

I’ll hear in the wind that sweet voice once more

In my days

Now that you peacefully sleep and dream those horses

Escaped from life’s painful barriers

I’ll hear in the wind your voice in these valleys

Beyond the clouds

And when the wind will bring this song to you

You’ll smile through your eyes as you sometimes used to smile

And a distant carillon will cradle my illusion

Having you by my side… forever

Réquiem ætérnam dona eis Dómine

Et lux perpetua lúceat eis

Requiéscant in pace   

Labyrinths  (Labirinti)

Now time fades away in a labyrinth of boredom

Of empty windows like eyes on unknown rooms

Hidden in tangles of doors

Muddled in a muddled game of death

Someone has painted his own the most opaque glass

Nearly drunk of  life and fog

His voice is a bitter rattle not louder

Than the last breath

Of an animal crushed on the asphalt

And I’ve barred you out

Of this ridiculous mirror game

Of these already old thoughts

Concentric as pain

And I’ve barred you out

Of this universe of boredom

Altered reflections of joy

On the glass of misshapen echoes

And I’ve barred you out

Of the darkness of this room of mine

Where the dew is the hope

That some day someone can find me

Sleepless flight (Il volo insonne)

The world is now silent

In the darkness of an ember

A new ancient song

In echoes of regret

A sweet gentle sound

A step on the snow

In the persistent dull

Beating of a memory

Emptiness is a prayer

A wax mask

A silent world

A painful cut

The light at the end of darkness

Where truth fades away

Deceives and dims the eyes

Is a maze without way out

When this darkness

Will be just rain

I’ll hear every drop

Of light on your face

I’ll cover with snow

Your skin and hands

Tomorrow I’ll find once more

Fireflies of dreams

We’ll go back home

Melting that pain

Slivers in the heart

Of emptiness and fear

Then lost in the rain

We’ll dance together

In this sleepless flight

Of a sun resting

In the womb of night

Beyond everything

Ballad of ruins (Ballata delle rovine)

This is the ballad of ruins

A song at the end of the world

Marching through centuries towards the boundary

Of hate

This is the ballad of ruins

Martyrdom of innocent blood

Spiral that joins present and past

In darkness

This is the ballad of ruins

A fragile useless song

Passing confused through the wails and the crying

Of the world

This is the ballad of ruins

Endless harvest of lives

For souls lost burnt and forgotten

In time

This is the ballad of ruins

A choir of terrified voices

The blind ones often have wounded hands

In a world arrived to its end

The blind ones often have wounded hands

And heroes have crowns of thorns

Teratogenesis  (Teratogenesi)

In my fragile existence

Torn by polished blades

Appears an ancient mask

Weeping an ancestral dirge

A scream that rises and storms me

From the darkness of gloom and blood

Of blood curdled to tar

On a wounded world that cries

In the sluggish maze of time

The defeated’s blood falls

Paintings of atrocious nightmares

Cobwebs of faces and voices

Of crosses on hate-infected graves

Left to eternal remembrance

Of a useless game

A deadly and oppressive game

A gait of white martyrs

Of tired and heroic soldiers

Those gangrene faces banished

To mass graves of flowers

A land tranfigured with horrors

Deranged, mortified and defeated

For this self-inflicted torture

Fear of the days to come

Blackened by that soot

Exhaling from lighted tripods

Far from everyone’s heart

Acrom’s roses (Le Rose Acrom)

When Acrom realized that the crack in the painted sky would never heal

but was doomed to stay wide open on that unknown flash, he felt scared.

He’d rather ignore that motionless figure suspended at the brink of the abyss holding out its hand to him.

Acrom felt afraid to fall and he clung to that small world he knew well for having created it.

The shrouded figure was now holding its hand to him and in that white palm he saw the white scar left by a nail.

He realized all the suffering of the world in those eyes looking at him from the dark.

“Learn to fall Acrom”

“No you want me to fall to laugh at my ruin”

“You will fall if you won’t have learned to do it… now come outside I beg you”

“No this is my only world”

Acrom then closed his eyes and dispersed the motionless figure and its deceiving call, its broken sky, the stars by then far from each other and under his closed eyelids Acrom dreamed his yellow roses, orange and deep blue roses and he faded away in a wind’s breath lightly flying on the petals of he roses, his roses…And he no longer felt scared…