last moon

martedì 8 luglio 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 


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The trip in the Universe

 

You were not ready

To trip across the Universe

Through the endless skies

In the wheels of the Cosmos

 

No, you were not ready at all

 

Who knows what are you going to be

Wearing those human clothes?

Inside your time

You can be what you want:

A man absorbed in his loves

With a lot of joy

Thousands of pleasures

So much power

And a desperate, lonely sunset;

 

A lonely man

Searching among his people

The truth hidden behind the prejudices

Aside the ravines of the mind

In the ancient, still unfold pages

Of the Imperishable Book;

 

Or maybe you will go far away

Pushed by the Ulysses hint

To discover what is set

Behind the borders

of the known world!

 

No, you were not ready yet

For your trip through the Universe

You have been stopped by your affections

Or by your sickness

Your miserable power;

 

Or perhaps

Your boat was simply

still too fragile

to face the fluctuating sea

of mysterious storms on the Space.

You’ll have to enjoy and suffer

Again and again

Constrained in your material borders

Before you can deserve to rejoin

The Divine Unity has All created!

sabato 5 luglio 2025

Echoes of a sad soul

 

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Alone thinking of Elem

 

Don’t pass by on my street

‘cause I could think

She’s coming to me

 

Don’t knock at my door

‘cause I might think

She comes for giving me  love

 

Don’t call for me anytime

don’t look for me anywhere

don’t ask for me to anyone

 

Just leave me alone

thinking of her.

In London 1977

mercoledì 2 luglio 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The tripping soul

 

Best among my brothers,

they made the revolution

gold seekers

poetry creators

kings of love

who caressed my heart

 have already gone.

I too begin to arrange my bag

For the last journey,

 that of the soul

sabato 28 giugno 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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Sometimes people are strange

 

I don’t know why people are strange

‘cause   never want to make a change

  I might look  same at their own eyes

My  poetry no new ways tries

 

I always search reasons of life

And I dislike all human strife

I‘ve been long time singing of love

Something like more a mourning dove

 

I claim for peace and brotherhood

I fear to be misunderstood

I cry the times have gone away

I should depart but still I stay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never will change a poet’s heart

Always will live the world apart

That’s our fate I might believe

Can’t never get  what we conceive!

 

giovedì 26 giugno 2025

Memories from the past

 

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The game of loneliness

As a raining March

Run fast

The white sheets of my life

Each chapter a missed opportunity

Always the last

The best

Every beginning, a program never respected,

And every time I find myself

Prisoner among four walls

Sentenced like a Shadow,

to live a life

already lived!

II

But I go ahead

striving to forget my past

my errors,  my mocking ghosts

trying to leave  them behind.

And in my solitude

Their game is easy!

domenica 22 giugno 2025

Sparks of faith

 


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The Poem of Creation

Prologue

I sing the God Almighty’s Creation

Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve

former seed of any human Nation

at the time they could only conceive

the joyfulness with no desperation

In the Eden still so far to receive

The challenge of that infernal snake

Who wanted to be a godlike fake!

 

I also sing about the brave men strays,

Straight descendents  from that chosen race,

who such in boldly and daring ways

Isr’eli people to holy surface

They led of Palestine. Hates, loves betray’ls

I don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:

those between God and men, tribes and  kingdoms;

and I sing laws, exiles and wars into my songs.

  

Arduous so much however it ‘s my part,

long and full of traps my composition,

That plenty of fear I feel into my heart,

if only I dare to think myself on action,

and tremble with my hand before I start

The Old and   the New Holy Narration!

My Fairy God, You Firmament’s Creator

Allow  me to become a keen narrator!

 

From Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book

please drive my hand between rhymes and accents

to enable  jointly with my mind, to hook

the most significant, deep, true  sentiments

in order they can take a fairly look

of those seventy three, pious components!

If someone goes to Source for sweeter tasting

 all my efforts for sure I won’t be wasting!

 

 

 

giovedì 12 giugno 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 


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Please keep on singing

 

Tie me like Ulysses,

I don’t want

 run to death

hearing those songs!

Bind me Lord!

But you keep on singing!

The sins are not yours

for the shores I crave

or the eyes I seek

or the thrills of my restless soul!

I beg you to keep on singing.

giovedì 5 giugno 2025

Echoes from a sad soul




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I wish I could

I wish I could hear

the love songs

closed inside the drawers

of unexpressed,

misunderstood hearts

I would palpitate

for those caresses

never given,

never had

for those sighs

which shake the soul

like waves

of restless sea.

I wish I could cover the earth

with my cloak of love

to protect fearful

and uncertain souls.


domenica 1 giugno 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 

The Star full of  of love

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I woke up one morning

and there was a star in the sky

I followed that star

all around the world

I was searching for love

and when I found myself

on the starting place,

after twenty five million miles,

I realized that love was inside of me.

That star was a star full of love.

giovedì 29 maggio 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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Nostalgia Time

If we could go back in time

Who wouldn’t tighten to his strong chest

The young mother of good old days?

And who would not follow

the unheard advices

by old good father?

Ah, if we could go back

to those pink lips sighing

Dreams still far from coming!

But while it is true that we are traveling

To the homeland we departed from

that day we were born on earth,

then we better keep on struggling

that road that leads to Superior Mount

 with prayers and courage!

sabato 24 maggio 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 


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Another trip for  Mr Shadow

I

It’s very hard to live my own life

Fighting against the inhibitions,

the limits, the taboos of my own time!

 

It’s really very hard to cancel my personal history,

chopping off every bond with my past!

 

It’s hard to change the idea

We have of ourselves,

forgetting   what  the others

believe   to know of  us!

 

And it’s hard again to change

Our idea of  the life,

seeking for trust,

not in the eyes of the other people,

but in the deep eye of our being.

 

II

It’s hard for me to proceed

Through this path of loneliness,

hoping to undertake one day

my trip to Ixtlan,

to bathe me in the sacred river,

to purify me of all my sins,

and  understand the mysteries of life,

smelling the magic flower,

to reach the eternal safety,

the apex of   knowledge,

the heaven of the ever green city  

where the seven gold doors

 will finally open their secrets!

 

And the soul will fly for ever

Through the endless worlds

Of the universe

 

giovedì 15 maggio 2025

Echoes from a sad soul

 


That’s my song

 

First time

I dreamed the Major Thirteen

was just over sixty

falling down to sea

With no parachute.

Before  splatting the water

I asked the wind

To appease my drop:

So did the wind.

Then I started singing.

Say the fishermen

Along the Cornwall coast

If they hear a song

At windy full moon nights.

That’s might be my song.