Stases of resonances

 

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Everyone has got a flag

And  I remind those songs

talking of peace

talking of love.

Today I remind them

listening to the radio.

I hear from the news

 that after decades

cannonballs keep flying

men searching  for command

and people keep dying.

But now I don't blame God anymore

for the man's thirst of power

for his greed of money.

Everyone has got a flag of glory

to cover the shame of death

and  make his murders as were a right.

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Amazed by Jesus

I was a shepherd

longtime ago

somewhere in Bethlehem

watching my sheep

Though I was waiting

for Someone to come

I could believe

only to my sight

Then I saw a light

sparkling 'n  the sky

I heard a voice

singing with joy

I joined the star

aimed to see

the Glory of God

the King of glee 

I'm still astonished

looking today

as Jesus wanted

choosing to stay

The least of poorness

neatness of magic

plenty with nothingness

the brilliance of love

Please leave me Jesus

the eyes of a boy

watching at the Holy Crib.

 

 

 

 

Where I’ll be going

 

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Where I’ll be going

This afternoon

After visiting my tired old father

And my mother,

searching on television

Her youngish lost dreams?

Where will I go?

Where will I go

If my fate

Coerces me here

Where struggle is harder

Against prejudice

Against habitude

Against the foresaid?

My body suffers

From constraint continence

‘cause I don’t Know the way

To astral projection

For escaping the world.

I so can’t get

any stuff

To keep me on

And got no place

To go to

This afternoon

And I might be writing somewhere:

“When I’ll be going?”

We’ll unfold our verses

 

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We’ll unfold our verses

 

If everything’s been written

And everything been said

We won’t speak anymore

We won’t write anymore

 

But if we are new prophets

Sent to remind manhood

The world belongs to God

 

And if the world drowns off

In the mud of inky well

And scribes and Pharisees

Roar in the vanities

Then we’ll still howl our dreams

Writing down all our visions

And against their arsenals

We will unfold our verses.

                          In Cagliari September 2008

I remember

 

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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 come 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!

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The new day

(on death of my brother Mauritius)

 

Now the veils of Maya have fallen

And no longer covers your body

The armor of the Syrian Naaman;

I see on your face

Shining again the ancient light

Of our childhood games

When hopes

were all to come

And the misleading curtain

Which hardens the hearts

Had not yet come between us.

Run now

On your nimble legs

Wait for me in the sunny lands

Where the sun never sets down.

Now I know what is love

 

 

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Now I know what is love

Not the sudden passion

that turns off soon

and then rises again

Not even your eyes

May be sincere

But not eternal

Not your vain, fallacious promises

But the Word that never betrays

It’s true love!

 

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Now I know what is love

Now I know what is love

Not the sudden passion

that turns off soon

and then rises again

Not even your eyes

May be sincere

But not eternal.

Not your vain, fallacious promises

But the Word that never betrays

It's true love!

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Let them in

Let them in, Mr President;

they are the silent majority

tired to see a greed,

financial minority

exploiting the world.

Let them in, Mr President;

sit down and listen to them;

they have a lot of things to say;

they are the future of Mother Earth.

Let them in, Mr President;

By occupying Wall Street

they want to show how

a bunch of criminals

have occupied the power

and not by means of democracy

but through illegal tricks.

Let them, in Mr President;

they are fed up

to endure the richest 1% in the world

has more wealth

than 95% of humanity .

Let them in, Mr President;

they want a new world of justice

and U.S.A. must show justice.

Let them in, Mr President:

you can choose to be with them

or against them;

with justice or against justice;

with the New World

or against the New World!

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Don’t ask me why

Don' t ask me why I've been there

Why I had to fill the emptiness of my days

Why was I lost in the dark  nothingness

Why I didn't have a place to go to

Don't ask me why

I only remember now

 the time of hope

The smoking rings

The dreaming trips

That's our life

Made of mistakes

Driven by mysterious course

Aimed to search

What you think to be true

And the time being the cheater of our senses

Only God

Cannot mislead

Our souls.

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Let them sing

 

Let them sing,

all over the Country,

 let them sing!

Let them sing,

 they are the real voice of the Country!

Let them sing, in the name of liberty,

let them sing in the name of dignity!

Let them sing against speculation,

Let them sing against criminal finance!

Let them sing for the world is their world,

let them sing for their sons, for their daughters!

Let them sing with the voice of the sixties!

Let them sing remembering flowers!

Let them sing for a new world to come!

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Lost in the House of Dawn

 

Ehi, Mr Shadow

Would you please tell me

How has gone away

the age of Aquarius?

That story full of love,

Hope and romance!

And why now

cannons balls

Keep on flying?

Please, tell me

 where the best minds

Of your generation

Are resting now?

Talk to me again

Of peace,

Speak again of brotherhood!

Aren’t you

used to live your

Own life anymore?

Or you’ve really got lost

In The House of Dawn?

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Let them celebrate

Let them celebrate

the end of your world,

they want to celebrate:

the American dream is over;

they are celebrating 

money growing over nothing;

let them celebrate

discovering your rootless brushes;

they need to celebrate

the burial ceremony

of criminal capitalism;

they 've got to celebrate

the funeral

of greed octopus

which scrounges their people!

Let them celebrate

the dawn of new distribution

of richness of earth!

Let them celebrate

the end of your world.

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The new day

(on death of my brother Mauritius)

 

Now the veils of Maya have fallen

And no longer covers your body

The armor of the Syrian Naaman;

I see on your face

Shining again the ancient light

Of our childhood games

When hopes

were all to come

And the misleading curtain

Which hardens the hearts

Had not yet come between us.

Run now

On your nimble legs

Wait for me in the sunny lands

Where the sun never sets down.

La mia musica preferita

Quando mi rilasso al PC mi piace ascoltare la musica degli anni sessanta e settanta. Gli autori che preferisco tra gli Italiani sono: Celentano, Fred Bongusto, Peppino Galiardi, gli Alunni del Sole, I Dik-Dick, Lucio Battisti e Alan Sorrenti (quello di Aria, prima maniera, per intenderci); tra gli stranieri mi piacciono I Pink Floyd, I Genesis (ma sino a Peter Gabriel, non oltre), B.B. King, John Mayall e tanti altri.

Quando sono malinconico metto un po’ di Fado portoghese, della musica napoletana, del Flamenco (Gipsy King!) o del buon Blues.

Non disdegno neppure, di quando in quando, le cantanti italiane: Mina, Patty Pravo, Dalida e Iva Zanicchi sono tra le mie preferite.

Tra i cantautori mi piacciono molto Fabrizio De Andrè, Paolo Conte, Gino Paolo, Luigi Tenco, Ivano Fossati, Leo Ferrè.

Non mi dispiacciono neppure Ettore Petrolini e Maurice Chevalier, ma lì siamo già fuori dalla musica e ci troviamo nell’avanspettacolo, nel cabaret.

Poi ci sono tanti altri che mi emoziono nell’ascoltare. Ma qui ho citato soltanto quelli che ascolto con maggiore frequenza.

Per esempio, da giovane, mi piacevano molto Gabriella Ferri e Jimi Hendrix; per un periodo sono stato perfino un seguace dell’heavy metal (AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, quella roba là) e del Punk (ma quello è stato un amore veramente fugace e passeggero); era la nebbia londinese che mi aveva un po’ offuscato i sensi e non distinguevo bene la vera musica dal rumore.

Oggi, se dovessi ritornare a teatro, prediligerei un buon concerto di musica classica oppure un’opera lirica (la Carmen di Bizet, la Tosca di Puccini e il Barbiere di Rossini sono tra le mie preferite).

Ma quando sono al PC e scrivo o lavoro, non c’è migliore compagnia per me della musica italiana degli anni sessanta e settanta!Quando mi rilasso al PC mi piace ascoltare la musica degli anni sessanta e settanta. Gli autori che preferisco tra gli Italiani sono: Celentano, Fred Bongusto, Peppino Galiardi, gli Alunni del Sole, I Dik-Dick, Lucio Battisti e Alan Sorrenti (quello di Aria, prima maniera, per intenderci); tra gli stranieri mi piacciono I Pink Floyd, I Genesis (ma sino a Peter Gabriel, non oltre), B.B. King, John Mayall e tanti altri.

Quando sono malinconico metto un po’ di Fado portoghese, della musica napoletana, del Flamenco (Gipsy King!) o del buon Blues.


Non disdegno neppure, di quando in quando, le cantanti italiane: Mina, Patty Pravo, Dalida e Iva Zanicchi sono tra le mie preferite.


Tra i cantautori mi piacciono molto Fabrizio De Andrè, Paolo Conte, Gino Paolo, Luigi Tenco, Ivano Fossati, Leo Ferrè.


Non mi dispiacciono neppure Ettore Petrolini e Maurice Chevalier, ma lì siamo già fuori dalla musica e ci troviamo nell’avanspettacolo, nel cabaret.


Poi ci sono tanti altri che mi emoziono nell’ascoltare. Ma qui ho citato soltanto quelli che ascolto con maggiore frequenza.


Per esempio, da giovane, mi piacevano molto Gabriella Ferri e Jimi Hendrix; per un periodo sono stato perfino un seguace dell’heavy metal (AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, quella roba là) e del Punk (ma quello è stato un amore veramente fugace e passeggero); era la nebbia londinese che mi aveva un po’ offuscato i sensi e non distinguevo bene la vera musica dal rumore.


Oggi, se dovessi ritornare a teatro, prediligerei un buon concerto di musica classica oppure un’opera lirica (la Carmen di Bizet, la Tosca di Puccini e il Barbiere di Rossini sono tra le mie preferite).


Ma quando sono al PC e scrivo o lavoro, non c’è migliore compagnia per me della musica italiana degli anni sessanta e settanta!