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The scale
09:03
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The scale
On a larger scale
evidence has not yet been made
we've endured all this
for something to be learnt
or, for the least, felt somehow concerned
someone had to melt steel
and another someone went on
figuring chains
to keep things our own
all clean and safe
someone had to tame horses
at times locking them in
at times furiously riding them
on lands diverse battles
had dried out or burnt
someone had to declare
gold was worth something
and if you have it
you are the king
someone had to bury the shame
in order to survive the pain,
and that's how he became
the master of the game
no God
no Adam
no Eve
no original sin
the core of human kind
is a disease
that has got no cure
until all disappears
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Le sang et les larmes – etude 1
La mémoire au cœur
mes veines
des affluents
des confluents
d'oublis
un doigt posé
sur la jugulaire
sur l'artère
la mémoire
au sang chaud
sans-gêne
renaît d'un cratère
tout d'abord
en dévalant à gros bouillons
de flammes cruelles
à glacer le sang
puis lave et larmes,
dans un sillon
en pente douce
descendent rejoindre la mer
la douleur en cendres
s'éloigne, s'aligne
à cet horizon
bien avant l'heure de la lumière
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3. |
I am with you
04:48
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I am with you
You pray for better times
when all that's trash and grey
turns into blue, into blue
gold and blue, but not too blue
O God please not too blue
maybe it is today you turn thirteen
while on a plastic cliff you sit still
another orphan as big as a baby-doll
is climbing on your leg, scratching your skin
licking some ashes off your waxy hand
you're silently imploring for better times
any other life, any other land
even a town covered up by cold skies
spilling cold freezing rain
spilling resentment and blame
Sitting on the hill of poverty sediments
you live on nothingness
and God knows how
but in your dark blue eyes
some crumbs of dreams remain
your skin is frying, your lips are glued
but still I can hear a lullaby
buzzing from your bones
and my heart longs for you
and my flesh longs for you
all my organs and bones
are there with you
I am with you, I am with you, I am with you
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4. |
Static cruise
06:33
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Static cruise / (from Posilippo with love)
my pen's cruising on a page
as white as a sail
no words will make a sign or a move
until the winds approve
and inflate my mind's eye
inhaling a memorable aria
heard through some shy wind
in a place where, with no doubt,
the soul of my shadow I found
sitting on black sand
by a black and yet blue sea
facing a memorable volcano
I was once dreaming to approach swimming
words, thoughts, are ashes or stones
until I stamp a technicoloured Ulysses
on that white sail before I send
this condensed missive
to a you I wish existed
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5. |
Mother
03:38
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Mother
she,
who was born near
the bridge that
joins East to West
she, who was raised
in a time of sepia sunsets,
in a mansion where on the walls
you hang Persian carpets,
a place made of rose gardens
and of candid romance
MOTHER MOTHER
she,
exiled, declassed, displaced,
a soul meandering through
a cosmopolitan life, a life she could
recollect in seven different tongues
beating up like drums inside her lungs
MOTHER MOTHER
she,
who had preferred to lose
most of her souvenirs,
and bury them for good
in a secret coffin
under some orange tree
MOTHER
she,
often in prayers,
she,
always anxious,
so superstitious,
she,
elsewhere,
never really here,
never really there...
MOTHER Ô MOTHER
the taste of rose jelly
or in the summer the colour of the sea
in a bay she worshiped
would recall her the Dardanelles
she then would let a few tears
run down her cheeks
MOTHER
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6. |
La digue - etude 2
03:00
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La digue – etude 2
les frémissements de tous les vents
sur nos écailles de mer
en vérité, un défi, en dépit,
en rire,
l'arme fatale de la vie
qui nous tient
debout,
la digue, un phare sans far
contre-avec
vents et marées
en notre âme
de fond
de coeur
de souffle
qui brasse
qui se braque
qui se brise
qui embrasse
un embrasement
un brasier, un baiser fulgurant
jeté sur la digue
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7. |
The nature of a child
05:15
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The nature of a child
Unknown fragile flowers
thriving by a tiny river,
a trickle of water.
Pistils, petals, calyxes,
arrow-like leaves,
airstrips to butterflies
some dressed in translucent purple,
or in pale yellow
or in some African totem disguises
I am that young girl whose hands
are floating in the stream of glass pearls
I am that forever lonely child
breathing into the microcosmos
the endless, invisible time
I am that young animal,
not yet defined
a fox, a wolf, a wild cat,
fearless of seasons,
of wars, of treasons.
I am that ladybird,
climbing the thick
blade of green grass
that same grass you cut with your teeth
and it gives you a fluorescent white milk
I am that offspring soul
a hazardous incarnation,
on an unframed miniature picture
a red ant, a blue dragonfly,
a green lizard, a brown snail...
a lonely child, an unknown flower,
shaded with some pigments
engraved into Mother Nature
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8. |
Dove mi hai lasciata
05:56
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Dove mi hai lasciata
sono dove mi hai lasciata
dove il giorno è come la notte
dove non c'è niente e nessuno
sono dove mi hai lasciata
solo pochi frammenti
di parole scritti
in un libro bruciato
poche parole
che non risuonano
nel tempio all'aperto
gli occhi vuoti
di uno schiavo o di una dea,
finestre aperte sul mare
i miei occhi sono persi
non riesco a trovarti
penso di aver visto
un po' della tua ombra
intrufolarsi tra due
colonne decapitate
la tua ombra
tra due colonne dacapitate
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9. |
Merry-go-round
06:44
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Merry –go – round
the golden tooth appears through
a short laughter
like the quicksilver rolls
on a white sheet of paper
and as bullets whistle
at night on a ghost river
colored in a prematured amber
at night on a ghost river
no fate, no goal,
no direction, no path, no soul,
no heaven, no hell
but the same old new life instead
no fortune teller, no angel in sight
but two arms and a heart instead
the low, the sorrow,
the lines he's crossed
the sharp, the rotten, the raw,
the medium rare,
the strenght he's lost
his life went by as fast as the quicksilver
rolling at night on a ghost river
at night on a ghost river
the old and lonely man could not describe
how he felt, so he sang instead
"merry-go-round we go for the better and worse we go sings the bride on the chilling corpse,
sings the child on the wooden horse"
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Menhir et gémissements
07:14
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Menhir et gémissements
Mensonge d'une nuit
couchés près d'un menhir
c'est pourtant sans mentir
qu'ils ont léché leurs plaies
mots d'amour, mamifères,
bouches entières
et ronronnements
Debouts sur le menhir
en équilibre, sur un fil de roc,
c'est pourtant sans sourire
qu'ils ont parlé d'amour
mots vautours bien plus grands
bien plus forts
et personne ne ment
La voûte étoilée
envoutante, envouteresse,
envoutueuse
aspire, angloutit
les paroles, les soupirs
Mots-miracle
fabuleux, mystérieux
à n'y voir que du feu
Mensonge d'une nuit
et fossiles sous roche
c'est pourtant sans mentir
qu'ils ont noyé le temps
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11. |
Teen dance
06:47
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Teen dance
legs and feet bouncing
your arms like bows
hands high up above
like they're fishing stars
you do figures so fast
no one can catch
irresistible
uncontrollable
indomitable
your body, mind and soul
all they want to do
is that dancing
on rhythms
beating so deep in you
it is somewhat mystic
your flesh, your blood
are the move, the groove
a kind of a contract you sealed
that triples your life
or even more
You never get tired
you can dance hours long
and even in your sleep
the beat goes on
pacing your legs, your feet
your immortality
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12. |
Le chagrin - etude 3
04:26
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Le chagrin – etude 3
le mot "chagrin"
regorge
d'eau
douce, salée pourtant...
On dirait bien ici que
le mot "chagrin"
perd les eaux,
prend ses aises,
s'étend
sur les coeurs gros mais
NON c'est une eau
de barrage
RETENUE
profonde
puissante alors
OUI c'est bien
dans "chagrin"
qu'est la plus
sûre et
certaine
noyade
il faut donc
bel et bien,
le rayer de la carte
ou et
bien
innocemment
brouiller les cartes
le noyer pour un temps.
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13. |
Desert prayer
07:50
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Desert prayer
I inhaled a desert of winds
cruelly blowing dried memories
and now, shall I hold my breath?
or will the fragile flame resist
If I am to whisper a wasted prayer
by the candle I can't recall I lit
the opaque, the salty drops,
trapped in my weary eyes,
are they molecules of an improbable oasis
Am I the hostage of a mirage?
as I stare at the candle I can't recall I lit.
Nostalgia rang the bell
I'm now walking in circles
Is this really me
crossing landscapes of regrets?
holding a candle I can't recall I lit.
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