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TUTTI I TESTI

Switching Hitches

Reverse Context, 2018

Octopus

Sparks submerged in the deepest blue,

tiny beings with red color swept in blue

there is silence in the wave cable

in the wave cable lies a treasure

Sparks starting from the ground

moving through the water in the blue

A message was left in the wave cable

in the wave between the folds of time

When I will come back

I will know what to say

when I will come back

I'll be OK

Take my hand we’re not alone

Take my hand,

you must believe

in the depths of the sea lies the truth

in the depths of the sea lies a treasure

It’s so easy

give it a chance

Sure it won’t be dangerous

in the depths of the sea lies the truth

in the depths of the sea lies a treasure

When we’ll come back

it will be different

I'll know what to say

When I will come back

I'll be ok

Sparks submerged in the deepest blue,

tiny beings with red color swept in blue

there is a silence in the wave cable

in the wave cable lies a treasure

Do not strive

Do not get tired

Little Red Riding Hood

In a Frozen desert

Light snowflakes in her journey

both hands covered in blue of the sun

in the sky

(sun in the sky)

Footsteps and silence behind

through intricate woodland

And she thinks

it's over

And she thinks

it's over

And she thinks

it's over

And she thinks

it's over

Days pass

and eyes are tired

People's clothes

change shape

Footsteps

and silence behind

Days pass

and eyes are tired

People's clothes

change shape

Staring at the horizon

what it could be?

And she thinks

it's over

And she thinks

it's over

And she thinks

it's over

And she thinks

it's over

Run far away

Little Red Riding Hood

Found

The sense of imbalance

and trembling air

a pendant of my nightstand

in the morning

walking slowly

while the air

enters my lungs

I’m feeling that

I’m here for a while

And It’s a truth

that now makes sense

everywhere

There are things

I found

There are people

I found

Blue and yellow

the road sometimes I lose

Blue and green

the will to remain

My feet whisper

fragments of life

they brought me

here along

a purple and red path

There are things

I found

There are signs

that I’ve been able to find

I’ve no place

to bring you

because it doesn’t exist

I’ve no promises

because they would be untrue

I’ve no hope

because they’re useless

Blush

There’a blue bird

flying out in the air

Where light is pure an

thought are rare

there is a train

running out in the green grass

where the echoes of my mind

won’t become a shout

there is a place in childhood time

where I could feel

so deep

the fear

I wish I was weightless

and brave enough

to dare.

That blush perhaps

was made of shame

was made of guilty hopes

and as I saw

my strange hands tremble

I knew

it would not work

Now there is no dream to drown

that stomachache

that shifts my life

in a four letter word

Living in the upside down

Looking for the steering

that leads you in wonderland

I wish I was

I wish I cared

Instead of being busy

and the hell knows

how much scared

That blush perhaps

was made of shame

was made of guilty hopes

and as I saw

my strange hands tremble

I knew it would not work

Elsewhere

There’a blue bird

flying out in the air

Where light is pure an

thought are rare

there is a train

running out in the green grass

where the echoes of my mind

won’t become a shout

there is a place in childhood time

where I could feel

so deep

the fear

I wish I was weightless

and brave enough

to dare.

That blush perhaps

was made of shame

was made of guilty hopes

and as I saw

my strange hands tremble

I knew

it would not work

Now there is no dream to drown

that stomachache

that shifts my life

in a four letter word

Living in the upside down

Looking for the steering

that leads you in wonderland

I wish I was

I wish I cared

Instead of being busy

and the hell knows

how much scared

That blush perhaps

was made of shame

was made of guilty hopes

and as I saw

my strange hands tremble

I knew it would not work

I swim

fishes do not realize

the depths of the ocean

blue and electric milky,

pale and colorless

wander under a blanket of stars

and a fabric covers them

with brown concepts

the fish change direction

when they feel that the current has changed

the fish change direction

when they feel that the current has changed

There is an endless blue

There is an endless blue

There is an endless blue

and so we carry it within us

and in a country lane

while driving with you next

listen to me and still swim in useless thoughts

boiling of a yellow and a green abyss

while listening to the sound of the engine

your eyes are open on mine

and I look you

I look over my eyes

and I feel that we both lost.

I look into your eyes

and maybe see mine

and I feel that we swim

in this huge ocean

ripped the eyes of others

waste keep eyes glued to mine

Waste

Don't waste me

hold me tight

hold me tight

tight to a need

before all the times

Don't waste me please

Don't waste me

You are the only wind

in which I could rest

Even when I’m stepping away

Even when I’m stepping away

Even when I’m stepping away

Even when it seems I’m stepping away

You are the only wind

in which I could rest

Living Separated by Dreams

A life that don’t belong to us

Focus on

Don’t waste

Focus on

Don’t waste

Let’s bring with us only the good

And leave

Where my Mind cannot reach

Flying Giraffes

I was washing the cat

and combing our dreams

Light was hurting me

and freedom was a joke

Please don’t wake me

Cause I’m having a vision

I’m having a flash

A narrow lane where green grass high

We’re walking through the light

Flying Giraffes

and green carrots

in the wind

Haunting hurricanes

and dirty sand bags

over me

I was boiling our courgettes

and combing my dreams

A blade of darkness washed me

but it was just a joke

Please wake me!

Cause I’m having a vision

and I don’t want to have anymore

A useless day in summer

with scraps of time all around

Giraffes and green carrots

in the wind

Haunting hurricanes

and dirty sand bags

over me

I was washing your cat

and combing our dreams

Light was hurting me

and freedom was a joke

Please don’t wake me

Cause I’m having a vision

I’m having a flash

LoopPool

Now that our time has run away

and the tape started to slide again

And there's no way of giving way

to this surreal world

I restless try to give advice

Because it's turned the way I listen to

and now I lie down on my knees

beside the pain and you think would disappear

But nothing is wrong and nothing would be real

We broke down the door a thousand times

and a thousand times we closed

And by the way who provoked  the crack?

And now we've a different way to feel

Because it's turned the way I listen to

there is nothing wrong

You now lie down beside the pain

(and you think would disappear now)

But nothing is wrong

and nothing has been be real night calls

Night Calls

with its dark undefined edges and pages

Night calls with its smooth soft skin and mirrors of pain

Night calls toward a dark shade

from which everything is born

and something went wrong,

but it’s been for while

Night calls

and I ‘ve never been good

to catch the cat tie as I tried

Night calls it’s been for a while

and I’ve cached it

with the corner of my eye

Night calls and as moth does I’ll follow

that pale light

As dreamers do night calls

The numbers do not have never given me reason.

The numbers never have followed me.

Before your call bring me back

from the edges of its storms,

the pitch of its ravines

and the material falls

and dreams from which everything is born

and to which everything will turn

Now that the night tide penetrates everything

Now that the numbers and measures fall

and lose their meaning,

Before your awareness come back into

a desert of sense

Night calls and I cannot resist

Night calls and there is not more you and me

The numbers do not have never given me reason.

The numbers never have followed me.

I’m turning round

I’m turning round

I’m turning round

I’m turning round

I’m turning round

I’m turning round

I’m turning round

I’m turning round

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