Fallen angel! Why are you scared?
Why you dwelt alone in shadow?
Why you tighten your fists?
why threaten the whole life?
i know, afraid to. love,
let tenderness pour from your eyes
to irrigate the earth and the light of love, silently,
will lift you on the heaven again.
He says: "I'm lost. I'm alone. I'm so alone".
And a Voice whispered:
WHY?
There are dreams you haven't dreamt
And loves you haven't loved
And light you haven't felt
And sunrises yet to dawn
And flowers yet to grow
And there is more to you
The wonders that you carry into your heart
Will guide you farther than you can imagine.
Hence, that glance you use me, gives me no chance:
you just leave in advance,
and I won’t have my heart broke by this present tense.
No offence, but you played me for a fool;
now comes my turn & I’ll break the rule.
It’s at least cool not to tear off that shiny wool from thus sheepy blues
I give you some clues: as in our beloved library we read,
just pass me the colours, and see my words turning red.
No more fever we’ll be glad,
in that magical place we won’t be no more called mad.
It was a bore, to be our grace frightened by numbers and score
while in the middle that fierce burning core
was hidden from your panoptical vision.
Was really bad to put it in a cradle:
the land of oblivion - and still, you ignore.
Now the time has come to see the sky
lightening up, no asking for why, nor being shy
finally speaking out our love,
aloud and straight far well above
as a thunder, and afterwards, a bolt.
The gods are silent in a naked sky,
the stars glitter,
but the eyes of human are closed,
looking through the shadows.
If the Mountains fall and seas divide
life brings men into deep waters,
not to drown them, but to cleanse them.
Maravillosa, de la punta de los pies,
a la cabeza.
Deliciosa tu sonrisa soñadora,
de perlas y amaneceres.
Inquisidora tu presencia,
de imponentes delicias.
Febril tu canto,
de mares y ruiseñores.
Proféticos tus ojos,
de poesías y tempestades.
Placidas tus manos,
de caricias y adormeceres.
Raid tus plegarias,
de poderosos prodigios.
Opulentos tus labios,
blasones de rosas y tulipanes.
Perseverantes tus pies,
de plantas y enredaderas.
Colosales tus brazos,
de plomo y alas blancas.
Áureo tu corazón,
de jardines y hojarascas.
Maravilloso don
de mi existencia.
Luz de eterno fulgor,
que Dios en ti me regaló.
I come from the depths of infinity
and from all directions of space-time.
I traveled through dark tunnels, went through solar storms.
I went straight, circled, parallel, rotated as a spiral.
Cosmic clouds trapped me and escaped from them.
Avoided collisions with meteories.
I was helped by exotic particles,
neutron stars and the love of gravity.
Every leaf, every flower, every mountain and lake,
every cloud and every star and every atom recognize me and greet me.
I feel that I have live for million lifetimes.
Who am I? What is my purpose?
Last night I sent a question into universe, asking "who am I or am I not?
The universe responded immediately:
You asked me the same thing billions of years ago.
And then and now I answer:
You're the smile of no birth and no death,
The Hidden Law.
I know that I shall meet my shadow,
one day, is our fate. I know that, someday,
the light ends for us and the deadly gravity
will absorb us. And again, a magician spark
will shine and a ocean of souls
will flood the universe and will
give birth to stars and grief.
And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven,
my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself
and everything will be reincarnated in different forms.
An incredible miracle, carefree, and we live in it.
The miracle is folded into your heart.
Yup, I can really fly
like a soft butterfly.
Sì, io posso davvero volare
come una leggera farfalla.
I wish I could fly
like a butterfly
along the high
of the bluish sky
Vorrei volare
come una farfalla
lungo l'alto
del cielo bluastro.
New York is frozen for March almost a desert
without gloves hands in pockets...
a red scarf around the neck
I drag my feet
it bothers me to think about you without being able to offer you the stars _ tonight
we are a little zombie you know how it is in war
against something without a name
spring is foreign to me
the real Killer is a laconic wolf like Leonard Cohen
it kills me to know where you sleep now
in secure arms that are not mine
remove my memory from my eyes
turn on at least one light in that windowless chest
and give me air
put me where the flowers can bloom
where there are trees
sidewalks with people taken by human malice
but if you want to kick me out completely _ tonight
it will perhaps be the right time
in which, in addition to loneliness, I feel inside the winter
the true one
with the wind between the trembling bones
my stomach on fire from too much cognac
with nerves tense with fear
to be alone
Once again
that's why winter is made
you know _ to break up
Liberty Street is silent with boredom
luxury predators are missing
the nocturnal cackles
there are only sirens and ambulances
who walk death
and U. S
all of us
we stayed here
prisoners of a strange enemy
while the chill air with its music box twirls among the skyscrapers
who dance as we dance
to the distant singing of the sirens
with the dead
with the wounded
hold on to miracles
to hopes
shiny shoes walk but not a noise
an icy hand on the temple _ as I would like the life before
a red wool scarf that winks at a traffic light
through without looking... me and my shoes are the only ones in Heaven
and what about you
who comforts you
who counts the clouds above your head
when you are in the middle of the embrace... you get lost or talk
there is a difference
you were silent with me because I made you dream
sex was not a meeting of bodies with me
but I fly
in all the feathers of your pillows you won't find summer
for I have taken away all the flocks
my bags of fairy tales
and the brigade of ghost poets
I have a smell on me that tastes good
the fried and takeaway shops are closed
I wrap the red scarf around my neck - looking at the clothes in the windows
I follow the trails of the street lights like a Ariadnè s thread
and all of this world brings me to you
apartment 112 seventh floor in the dark
who knows if you think about me and if you think about me Why?
I would break through the door with this ridiculous love like that
I shout your name in Central Park
sincerely? nobody cares
they will punish me for disturbing the quiet
almost naked with my red scarf...
but it's colder in me than outside
it is so cold that only as a drunk could I stop delirious
your call that call is not
a Cop stops me and I tell him I'm Leonard Cohen
why don't you arrest me? Becausè?
I tell him about my love drama
- go home - he says
I apologize and sing to Famous Blue Raincoat
while I tie my red scarf to a tree
why don't you freeze
hoping for tomorrow
the summer
with you
it would be better