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.
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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.
The Star full of of love
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.
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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!
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
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.
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Ain’t
that love?
My
love was desperation
Because
around me
It
was all emptiness,
And
I just needed
A
heart beating for me
To
fill my longing to love!
But
is it love?
If
our fate
has
brought us here together
Oh
Elem
And
I have seen on you
The
end of loneliness
When counting down
the
minutes between us
And
if I pained leaving
rejoiced
coinciding
staring
at any people
Searching
of you
And
if I winced up
At
any resembling shadow
And
you were become a master
of
my any single dream
devoured by anxiety
and
I didn’t feel hunger nor thirst
And
every single thought,
Every
single word,
Every
single thing
Every
single person
were
you
Isn’t
that love?
Please pray for me
In death of John Paul the Second
Those shots
the 13th may 1981
at St Peter Sq
saw me
cold witness of
time
but I cried for
you
later on
when I saw you
trembling under
the weight
of your Cross;
please pray for me
among the Angels
your existing is
the brightest
proof of God's
existence!
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I wish I could
I wish I could hear
the love songs
closed inside the
drawers
unexpressed,
misunderstood
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.
Nostalgia Time
If it were easy
to go back in time
Who wouldn’t
tighten
to his strong
chest
The young mother
of good golden days?
And who would not
follow
the unheard
advices
by old good
father?
Ah, if we could go
back
On 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 you better
keep on struggling
that road that
leads to Superior Mount
with prayers and courage!
The
Ballad of my mysterious love
I
I 've never loved,
since loved me never
the women I loved
and I didn't love
those who tried to love me!
II
I firstly pursued
Impossible loves,
and when the overwhelming body
forced me to love,
then I loved,
but it was not love;
it surely was
sweet discovery of pleasure,
flesh into flesh, fire with fire,
fury subsided into the abyss of life;
but it was not love.
III
Neither was love
the spasm I waited for
to see the air colored
by your forms,
when it was enough for me
to feel your presence
ethereal and impalpable,
although present,
yet not mine;
and it was not love.
IV
I'm still in search of you,
sublime, decanted
love.
Who are you,
fleeting present of God?
Are you for all of us or just for a few?
Do you really exist?
Are you a catcher of hearts
or a trap of reason?
Are you real or unreal?
Liar or truthful?
V
Still I'm seeking of you,
poignant love,
unveiled eyes,
flying mate,
slave and mistress,
mother and lover,
mystery of life!
Then
came a Man
I remember when,
at the winter solstice,
we danced under
the stars
to propitiate the favor of the gods!
Then came a man,
the son of the Only true God!
I still look at the sky above me
when the stars assemble together in December!
But now I know
whom to pray
for the weaknesses of humanity,
and I know whom to thank
for the beauty of the world!
