[la foto, “force BeatBack”, è di Doc. ]




you see that road again,
quite and promising,
like a dusty river
which takes yuo down to the coming of your age
on the air of a lonesome
long-shadowed blues.
And you lead your life again
gently
down along the edge.






un fiume polveroso


vedi ancora quella strada,
tranquilla e promettente,
come un fiume polveroso
che ti porta giù, alla tua nuova età,
sull’aria
d’una nenia solitaria d’ombre lunghe.
e riporti la tua vita
dolcemente
giù, lungo il confine..

La foto, “City of Youth” è di Demian

[dedicata a chi, giovane,
ancora sa essere felice
costruendo.]

Among them
who sleep on the ground with
Fire
in their brawns,
leading their nectarine dreams
through and towards:

There my Zion shall rise.

On the ruins
of your failure centuries
worn-out in your plague
of passivity:

There my Zion shall rise.

Fed
by tears of Joy
overflowing,
blooming
on faces of child:

There my Zion shall rise.

On those smiles,
twenty-years-young,
moulding a step
over another,

On bodies
by life intoxicated
grabbing their chances in a spasm,
Pleasant,

On daughters and sons,
no more Daughters,
no more Sons,
finally walking and eating and willing
their paths
their world
their wills:

Here, our Zion is rising:

on arms,
vibrating a bruising desire
willing to be cry.

You, is the moment I claim
staying starring
in my jail of sorrow.
I once loved these treacherous walls
now wearing me out
and I cry for those brackets of you
to tear them away
in instants
of promising opium.

such is my creeping
like salt by rain surrounded
fighting not to melt
not to surrender.
claming for thy tears
to flow down on my skin
letting me melt
in thy cries of desire.

Sittin’ down
on a stone.
Listenin’ to the wind
blowin’ softly across the grass.

Peaceful sea in green:
delight.

Gather my thoughts
and let them swing away:

no needs, no doubts
oh how I love you, sweet
emptiness.