Beautiful Light Night

Nocturne attacks shake the consciousness.
I don’t know where or why, but my stomach doesn’t relax.
Between pleasure and pain the lip’s bleeding,
I now feel all that life that I didn’t have jet.
A design left incomplete,
Like those experiences gone and never tested again.

I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.

From the window the night watches me.
Thinking again of all I’ve sew on my skin,
Of all my desires and my obstinacy.
Why do I still think about it? It’s only a problem of form.
I wanted to decide the future I knew,
Now I only try to understand how the past has been.

I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.

If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.

Through this darkness I’ve considered,
And founded the direction that no one ever indicated me.
Radical and aristocratic the detach.
It was me to undertake that road, and I know how much solitaire is,
But I don’t want to go back,
And once lost I’m not going to ask nobody to hold out a hand.

Slowly I’m forgetting the colors.
To force the line of some phrase now elapsed,
There has been always time enough.
From the isolation created from some useless conviction,
I’ve turned somewhere else the glance.
But always, in the half-light I find myself at last.

I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.

If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.

The stare captured among the shadows,
Confuses the real with everything that the mind throws up.
I fill the eyes with old light,
To wing away, where I’ve never been,
Where I don’t have no more dreams, or desires.
This night comforts me, I’m grateful to her once more.

If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.

[English Version of Attacchi Notturni]

One More

Here with him,
A desert in mind.
Wind out side the windows.
As one day we will fall
We now live here,
Dancing for a stupid dream.

An other day
We will be togheter.
An other day
Dreaming.

This is for you,
My thought is with you.
A wave of resonable sadness
Comes to the head.
Next to me here,
Dancing for a stupid dream.

An other day
Passed togheter.
An other day
Dreaming.


(to Babi)

-First published on Alberto Blog 12 /12 /07

Seta

Lei lo guarda per un momento.
Poi si volta come d'improvviso.
Arriva tra i capelli il vento
E sparge i riflessi sul viso.
Gli occhi si oscurano al volto
Diritto verso un diverso logo;
Ed un fugace sorriso vien colto,
Privando d'oblio il ricordo.

Strusciavano le mani sulla seta,
Stropicciavano il corpo supino,
Steso non sulla terra lieta.
Il pensiero, lo definì fino:
Ma quel tremor lo scosse sì forte
Che lo sguardo al buio volse,
Portandolo lento alla morte,
Ma tra le braccia sue. Così lo colse.

A Moment of Reflection

Bending down the glance,
To something I never considered:
From the bottom how am I?
Behind me there is a fence,
But is something that I realized:
I know how I’d look like.

Twisted back the head,
The window above,
My name lost
In your rivers of words.

Turning left the body,
The air’s sounds are erased:
Do I still exist without any?
Tuning my temper to moody
Tend to be again grounded:
My hopes are too many.

Minded back to then,
The face alone,
The lane’s ghost
Shows me how I’m lost.

Footprints on the stone,
Are the only things left.
I’m not saying anything,
But echoes in my head,
Converse for me instead
There is some design on the wall,
Still I want to be sure,
If I’m not watching it,
It remains as I saw.

It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away

It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away

It is a moment of reflection:
I’m giving away