Considerazioni di fine viaggio

Accedi con forza
Nell'angusto aereoplano.
Salta la partenza
Rimane l'atterraggio.
Io sole che non tramonta
E una voce vecchia di sei ore
Riprendi in mano il telefono
Come quando cammianvi
Tra le assi bianche
Ed i fili verdi.

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Disappear

All the things I have thought today

Seems to disappear.

Keep me on the truck, don’t let me away.

Wanting to continue, stopping now.

Could you feel all of it?

Guess is just me.

The one that loses his mind.

Block in the yard and in the head.

I should flow out.

And you will not stop me trough the window.

The dark room will be filled with the echoes of our laughs.

Your smile lost for my eyes.

Can't impress your picture.

Here in the dark all of you is lost,

Except the touch.

Only by it I know you.

Only with it I knew you.

Only through the skin I understood.

[Reissued]

When Knives Are Out

When the knives are out

Dreams mix up with blood

And anger becomes tears

When the knives are out

The silence gives the truth

The right to shout up.

When the knives are out…

And I’m still here talking

Haven’t you already kill me?

Take out the blade

Make the suffers be safe

Put in

Put in

Pull me in.

When the knives are out

You try to get your best part

Get the chance, she’s laying down.

When the knives are out

Some think of revolution

Other of mystical revelations

When the knives are out

You got to fight

And die for God design.

Fuck, here the knives are out

Grab the money

Grab the money & Run

Take out the blade

Make the suffers be safe

Put in

Put in

Pull me in

Stati d'animo prigionieri

Nella gabbia gigante,
Dove pascolano anime sprecate,
Si stringono cappi invisibili
Con lo scemare degli anni.

Nell’alternanza dei giorni,
Sottilmente uniti dalla noia,
Anelli si legano pesanti,
Celati dalla fatica degli anni

Uno dopo l’altro i ceppi
Sempre meno fragili,
Piegano le membra dei corpi,
Fino a tramutare la pelle
In salde catene chiamate scelte.

Dal primo innocente vagito,
Dai padri per mano, con le manette,
Siamo accompagnati infanti,
Verso il centro della voliera;

Dalle fantasie veniamo strappati
E deportati dove ogni lemma insegnato.
È un’altra pesante ceppa.
Che rende più incapaci di volare.

The Moment She Knew

The moment she knew
The streets were brighter
Books were sold out for a pence,
And words discounted
Holding for cheap escapes.

The moment she knew
I was already looking for
Strings of melted ice.
But tepid waters, washed
My ankles, driving me.

Solving the picture
Of an eternal fall,
Living by the winter,
And avoiding the thaw.

The moment she knew
We ended the trident
And settled for Nero.
Awaiting flames to burn
The thin layer of ice.
[Under where we slept]

|| On the First Day of Loss pt5

Martire

Ancora, che io ci sia o meno
A voi non interessa affatto:
State aspettando impazienti
Il mio definitivo collasso.

Ed io, trastullo d'un finto pubblico,
Commediante dalla maschera incrinata,
Vi mostrerò una spettacolare morte
Per il diletto di voi neri corvi.

Lascerò, le mie carni, straziare;
E, al vostro impeto ferino,
Le mie spalle nude mostrare.

Non del vostro santo nazzareno,
Seguirò il redentevole cammino,
Ma, nondimeno, morendo sereno.

Dietro un vetro

Guardo il paesaggio
Tramutarsi anonimo,
Scorrere verso un non dove
E un dettaglio infimo
Sembra tutto risolvere
Almeno per un minuto

Si disloca sfuggevole dall’origine
Da dove ignaro sono partito
Dove i colori s’immischiano a fuliggine
E rende diverso ciò che ho finito
Almeno per un minuto.

Limite dell'infinito

Surreale, mentre scompare
Nello stormir dei silenzi isolanti,
Che pongono nel remoto la stanza,
Il tempo, scosso da brividi, salta.
E il passaggio d’un riflesso,
Goccia che scende, preda
Del morso gelato del buio,
Sembra trasmutare pure lo spazio:
E su altri viottoli sto viaggiando
Mentre prima sedevo e miravo;
E par che incombi solenne
Il trionfo dell’immaginario,
Nel suo sfoggio romantico
Dove or, col pensiero, mi fingo.
In codesto abbaglio, ove m’addentro
Vorticano, luminescenti nubi
E pulviscolo tutt’intorno,
Così che la vista è vana nel delirio
A cui succede, ermo, il miraggio;
E come a taluno, sconvolgeva,
Su d’un colle l’orizzonte tagliato,
Vago ancor di loco in loco,
Scrutando accorto le vicinanze,
Anch’io la mia siepe cercando.

Stillness

On those days
When all is left in shade
And the sharpened sky
Is denigrated by my eyes,
A sense of loneness idolatry
Descends as waves
Taking everything away,
Except for the pain.
And all I wish is
A bit of excitement

Face To Face (100 Years After)

What is your choice
What is your choice
I didn’t hear nothing
Nothing from your voice
Nothing from your voice
Nothing from your voice.

What is your tale
What is your tale
In less than a second
You hided my face
You hided my face
You hided my face.

How’s your dream?
We are not there.
Here, you still deceive
I’m your fool

What is your fame
What is your fame
The bawl from the screen
Seems always the same
Seems always the same
Seems always the same.

Forget about your empties.
Stuck in here,
We are stuck in here.
There’s not step out,
Don't step out.

Forget about your empties.
Stuck in here,
We are stuck in here.
There’s not step out,
Don't step out.

How’s your dream?
We are not there.
Here, you still deceive
I’m your fool

|| On The First Day of Loss pt4

The Connectors

Gentle are your touches
As you get together,
Surrounded by people
And Cars

Asphalt not under
Your Feet

Red tail-lights,
Like burning desires,
Are moving by side.

Melancholic sight,
Sleepy eye.
Rumble
Tremble.

Underground of tinkling glass
Lonely static
In a blur crowded bus.

Introduction to The Connectors

"This is for you ,girl,
Those, whose love
I’d never want to know.
Those from whom
I’d never grow.

The golden eye, you are,
Of my morning light
Under a brilliant tired sky
Whom I’ll keep guard
To its still of life.

Never felt your voice,
Neater heard any noise:
Silence and Joy,
In a restless fade,
Trying to be avoid."

Giara Magnetica

Giara: otre di vetro,
Di vento di eco,
Estasi del timpano,
accostato al lucido freddo.
Riascolto del sospiro
-Nastro magnetico-
Lasciato addietro, che
Riesuma i cadaveri del cielo.
Mentre si sperde tremula,
Rapita dalla folata,
La frase tra le labbra,
Quasi non sprigionata,
In un filo di voce...

PD

I know what it means
But will you?
This is my regression
My free yell in hell.
Even in this last parade,
What you cal possession,
Has been already lost,
Through a slow fade.

Death, rebirth and my joke
On those game made by the voice
Makes you a shock.
I'll said it again
Why should it be a problem?
You've never respected
Any of it, but Its name
Burns your fears,
While I shout it loud.

On The First Day Of Loss [Pt3]

On the first day of loss,
Everything was strange.
Turning and not founding
Waiting for memories
Never came.
Wanting to sink
With that heart so free

On the first day of loss
There was only silence
The contact not ringing.
Out from the blank walls
Standing before the road
Furrow in the park
With the immortal comforting me

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

On the first day of loss
I don’t even remember
But it has become
The sum of all the days
Don’t remember
It’s the sum of all the days,
Since this, last, one.

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside is dark]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside falls the night]

Monumento Funebre

Il mare di colonne
Sormonta la mia testa.
Una luce crudele taglia
La lustra pietra.
Schiacciato dal granito
Ho il respiro mozzato…
Alzo lo sguardo
Alla croce del cielo,
E miro l’arido baglior
Che avrebbe potuto
Illuminare il tuo volto,
E rifletterlo nel nero liscio
Contro cui t’avrei amato.
Pochi passi, mirando la linea cinerea
Del muro: sotto altri figuri
Mi scorgo vagare,
Non pesti ne oppressi,
C’anche ci colsero
Lo sguardo incrociare.

|| Released with the photo "Paranoid Walk" on Flickr

On The First Day Of Loss

|| Introduction

"We could stop here for now."



|| Somewhere Before*

Everything turned for a while.
In the middle of nowhere,
When my eyes where almost asleep,
Everything was so linear.
I had enough time to metabolize,
Enough time to realize.

The stairs descendent low,
The street, now in the heist,
Approached me with no warmth;
But after, it was nothing
But a little pain in the stomach.


|| Record Paper, Train & Marble**

Here, again, it pass.
Like a grain in the water, it pass.
Can't I feel anything?
It has been an instant, quick, delightful.
Then that sensation, old, immediate.
Few hours with the mind to others times.
And then the veil spreads on everything.
The window shouted again.
The shell clench upon me,
Sealing me.
Am I turning to the beginning?
Watching this end, I think yes.

* On The First Day Of Loss Pt1
** On The First Day Of Loss Pt2

Aspettando il viaggio | Waiting for the Trip

Steli d’erba, flessuose figure
Dal movimento fluido dell’onda
Quale s’increspa lieve sul pelo
Dell’acqua dal color terra
Nel rivo del canale adiacente.
E trame sono tessute e disfatte
Da instancabili penelopi alate;
Così come il ramingo, lontano,
Schiude gli occhi al mattino,
Con le spalle volte alla casa
E tenace cambia il cammino,
Sotto un cielo a strati
Tagliato da moti nuvolari.

[The english version will be published in a second moment due to stilistical problem]

Pleasure

Writing some words,
Loosing the world.
Giving pleasure,
Asking for pleasure.

Time goes by
And I feel the sky.
The windows shows
The face of some one
That should not come.

Writing some thoughts,
Loosing in my world.
Giving pleasure,
Looking for pleasure.

The road spinning wide,
The dust in my mind,
Makes me fall into emptiness.
I'm calling you,
Into the bliss of my senses.

I smiled to the city.
I smiled to the ground.
I smiled to the dark,
As we walked into the night.

I smiled to your face.
I smiled for that glance.
I smiled for your grace,
That moved me into the night.



// New Rearranged Version

Road To Homeless

Same road avery day,
Each time so different.
Colors of grey became
So pink and bright;
When the people took a look,
The sky turned blue.
And the speak of no one
Was the only role.

|| Published With The Photo "Factory Trip" on Flickr