suddenly

Almost at the end of this strange year, just when its true sense comes  another time, these are my best wishes for a Merry Holy Christmas.

 

 

Suddenly, in the winter,
you went out
beyond sights of blind eyes
toward lands, perhaps ice,
without cries, without shout

Suddenly, in the winter,
Christmas comes
as old news full of white
as a flash in my night
like some cuddles to us
 

Suddenly, in my winter,
death is wife
of the life in each day.
I retry this old pray
pain to faith could be knife
 

Suddenly, in that winter, Christ was born
in the cold, into death, into life,
as now does. Christmas comes.
Still awake, my heart find its true peace

 

December, 19th 2016

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Gabriel

Christ-mas is the birthday of Christ, not the silly thing we always think to be.

 

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Pic from the film Nativity

 

(Two voices for this Christmas Day)

Gabriel wanders across all the Earth
looking for someone who is now waiting.
There is no holy virgin nor man
who knows and sees himself deeply inside

We are living in this wasteland where
everything seems deserted and burnt
without aim, without heat or a flame
rich and poor people with foolish prides

Gabriel seeks a break in the walls
where the Lord of the world could be born.
He sees the dawn fire after the night,
he sees sunsets of dark and grim glory

A pale shadow is spread on the world,
upon things and the men that are sleeping
making selves gifts to a nonsense grey.
Beauty changes its colours into blank

Gabriel comes back yet this our Earth
turns herself over tired replays.
Also the art denies her own sense
without certitude: the reason is lost

Memory becomes stagnant reminders,
everything you did loses purpose.
Also rules and formats decompose,
deconstruct music and lyrics too

Gabriel can find no longer hope
only silly claims, wails of infants
that arise inane and screaming words
blustering rights about their death

Desolate existence reels and falls
(immanent programs end while they start).
No star shines at the zenith to show
where to go, what’s the faith, how to know

Gabriel again thinks of the Woman
of that ancient day when she sustained
beauty, freedom, peace, justice and truth
into her flesh in which Jesus grew

He was born, He is already born
to die and resurrected every time
inside me, in the hour of the world,
inside the sludge of what I can do

Gabriel looks for me and demands
only me. Anyway Christ is born
anyhow. Anyway Christ can born
here for me only if I want so

In a black, missing garden of sadness,
we are ironworks dark, rough and twisted,
convoluted by surges reflexed.
A light flare hard hits us: that’s forever

 

December, 8th 2015, Lady Day

 

Thanks to Severina Halostar for her suggestions and corrections.

 

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Waiting for Christmas day

Dicembre 2013_web

Now I’m smoking
and I see slowly thoughts,
misty going into winter’s cold air.
I am cold. I am as
what I can’t see, no more: flying air.
I am as my grey fog.
My best is country’s winter
with pale sun
waiting for newest light.

Come, I pray
Here I wait.

Knees on floor, thin my soul.

Come, I pray
Christmas day

 

December, 22nd 2014

 

Merry, holy Christmas!