Te Deum

 

 

Can you see? An year tonight, another
runs away
and it vanishes soon. Fast.
The time’s tangle
snarls itself then grabs it
to drag it far away
where the silence is silent.

And me …
… Here I am and resist, with my face
masked, clothed
by pale flesh
sometimes there is a smile, or a frown,
or just nothing

And you?
Like me, in the tangle
of this everything passing
in the gray
of the fog and of me:
all things off

And us?
Anyway we go walking,
in the fog, in the time, in the pallors
of the quivering flesh
and more grave,
full with faces and facts, Hope
and surprise and so beautiful
and surprised
our Hope

 

December, 31st 2015

 

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Gabriel

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

 

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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Fake dream

Another beautiful photo by leafandtwig

Stop and go, stop and come these my writings
as a wave among grey no sound days

Frozen lives and the awe block my runs
to the sea. So I fall in fake dreams

February, 17th 2015

Waiting for Christmas day

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!

Please do something to me

Please do something to me, to me now!
while the sky is distilling gray things
and we are both slack, lying on the bed
as dull scraps helpless, poor …

I wish be always catched by love
born from flesh or the mind.
I’m a body who fell, you grab me!
give me something
so I can give too

Judy, Autobahn to Venice, February, 7th 2014

 

Fa’ qualcosa di me, fallo adesso
mentre il cielo distilla grigiori
e noi molli restiamo nel letto
quasi inutili resti impotenti

Voglio essere presa costante
dell’amore di carne e di mente.
Sono un corpo caduto, approfitta
di me dammi
qualcosa
da offrire