Guardo le curve delicate baciate dal tramonto
- la luce radente le sfuma ancora di più,
le ammorbidisce, come fa l'acquarello col colore
c'è qualcosa di... sublime in tutto questo
fa capire come la forza maggiore non è la forza,
e come fanno certi piccoli fiori a sfondare i muri
- e cosa istintivamente cerchiamo forse tutti
tornare alla nostra fonte,veder rilucere il fuoco nella grotta,
sapere che la notte e i suoi mostri sono altrove, fuori
- qui c'è solo calore, bellezza, l'eterno ritorno, l'idolo eterno,
per un poco almeno ciò che scorrerà liquido e lucente
saranno allora umori e nutrimento,
non più soltanto lacrime.
The Eternal Idol
I look the gentle curves kissed by the sunset
- the oblique light shades them even more,
it softens them, as the watercolor does with color
there is something ... sublime in all this that
makes you understand how the ‘force majeure’ is not the strength,
and how some small flowers can break through the walls
- And what perhaps we're all instinctively looking for
return to our source, see the fire glow in the cave,
know that the night and its monsters are elsewhere, outside.
- Here there is only warmth, beauty, the eternal return,
the eternal idol,
for a while, at least, what will flow liquid and shiny
will be, then, humors and nourishment,
not just tears.
The Eternal Idol
I look the gentle curves kissed by the sunset
- the oblique light shades them even more,
it softens them, as the watercolor does with color
there is something ... sublime in all this that
makes you understand how the ‘force majeure’ is not the strength,
and how some small flowers can break through the walls
- And what perhaps we're all instinctively looking for
return to our source, see the fire glow in the cave,
know that the night and its monsters are elsewhere, outside.
- Here there is only warmth, beauty, the eternal return,
the eternal idol,
for a while, at least, what will flow liquid and shiny
will be, then, humors and nourishment,
not just tears.
