Deus ti salvet Maria

Deus ti salvet Maria

Deus ti salvet , Maria
chi ses de grassias piena;
de grassias ses sa vena ei sa currente.


Su Deus Onnipotente
cun tecus est’istadu;
pro chi t’hat preservadu immaculada.

Beneitta e laudada
supra tottus gloriosa,
mamma ,fiza e isposa de su Segnore.

Beneittu su fiore,
fruttu de su sinu;
Gesus, fiore Divinu, Segnore nostru.

No castles

NO CASTLES

And when
I'll stop the car,
I will reste there,
I hope in a quiet place
where I can feel my soul

I have no castles in my mind
to show you
to show me.

All the trains have maybe gone,
one heart , two eyes , are there alone.

I will say goodbye to you
It's time to wake up
the chosen road says
go on beyond

I have found answers
to hold out,
to create poetry again in my life
All around me
gems and new leaves
my heart , my eyes are an eternal cycle

when I can feel my soul.

Butterfly Hill

BUTTERFLY HILL

ON THE SIXTH DAY
OF THE SUMMER SOLSTICE
IN THE SACRED WOOD
A VIRGIN DRESSED IN WHITE
GATHERS MISTLETOE
WITH A GOLDEN SICKLE

UNDER THE TREE
THE OAK KING GIVES JUSTICE
HE HANGS
FROM THE BRANCHES THE HEADS
OF THE ENEMY

ALL OF THE TREES HEARD
JULIA BUTTERFLY HILL
SPEAK AND THEY SING PRAISE
IN HER NAME

HUGGING A TREE SHE SAVED THE WOOD

ALL OF THE TREES HEARD
JULIA BUTTERFLY HILL
SPEAK AND THEY SING PRAISE
IN HER NAME

TO DEFEND THOSE WHO COULD NOT ESCAPE
FROM THOSE WHO USE NAPALM
LIKE IN VIETNAM

FROM THE HILL
THE GREATFUL DEAD'S
DRUMMING
RISES WHILE
SHE DANCES BAREFOOT ON THE MOON

ALL OF THE TREES HEARD
JULIA BUTTERFLY HILL
SPEAK AND THEY SING PRAISE
IN HER NAME

Chanson pour une mendiante morte

Chanson pour une mendiante morte

Dans le fonde de la grotte
une femme retrouve ses rires
mais n’a pas de pain
et pas assez de rires
pour payer le pain
et pas assez de rires
pour voler le pain
et pas assez de rires
pour fuir.

Dans le fond de la grotte
les rires des petites filles résonnet.
Mais pas assez fort
pour relever une amie sans terre.
Mais pas assez fort
pour relever une amie sans terre.
Mais pas assez fort
pour ressusciter une morte.

Dans le fonde de la grotte
une femme retrouve ses rires.
Mais pas assez fort
Pour relever une amie sans terre
Mais pas assez fort
pour ressusciter une morte.

Dans le fonde de la grotte
une femme retrouve ses rires
mais n’a pas de pain.
Et pas assez de rires
Pour payer le pain.

Mentre il mio amore per te

Mentre il mio amore per te

Gli alberi che diventano dei libri
i pesci pettini o bottoni
l'acqua che diventa luce
la luce l'aria che respiro
le nuvole pioggia
le immagini pensiero
Dio che si fa parola.

Gira la terra gira - gira su se stessa
Ruota sul suo asse - ruota intorno al sole
insieme agli altri pianeti si sposta con fragore
nell’eco sordo di mille boati
un punto preciso dell'infinito

mentre il mio amore per te
diventa sempre più grande
e scende come una benedizione su tutte le cose.

Sai che le piante amano la musica
di Ravj Shankar e di Bach.
Gesù di notte porta a spasso i discepoli
viaggiando con il corpo astrale.

Nel regno animale noi non siamo gli unici
a percepire tutti i colori,
le api comunicano disegnando nell'aria
una variante complessa di simboli
e tra le particelle di un atomo
si aprono spazi senza fine.

Single mum

Single mum

I wake up in the morning
with sadness in my eyes

I' m a single mum
In a Kali-Durga style
I'm searching for peace
in the world , around me

I don't know wich way to move
in the landscape of my senses

In the nights you call me love
And the day you want to kill me

But I have a back door
with my music
with my group

In my way
In my days

Give me something special for my life
You Give me something special for my life
I've never ever seen before
there is nothing more beautiful
slowly, without argument,
I will know you trough
and trough.


But your soul surprises me
like the breath of the sea
and the taste of salt comes to my mouth belive me

I'm a single mum..
I want deeds, not words

You call me love

I want deeds, not words

In my days
In my way

Guiltiness

Guiltiness

Pressed on their conscience.
And they live their lives
On false pretence every day 
Each and every day.

These are the big fish.
Who always try to eat down the small fish,
Just the small fish.
I tell you what: they would do anything.
To materialize their every wish.

Woe to the downpressors:
They’ll eat the bread of sorrow
Woe to the downpressors:
They’ll eat the bread of sad tomorrow
Woe to the downpressors:
They’ll eat the bread of sorrow


Guiltiness
Pressed on their conscience.
These are the big fish.
Who always try to eat down the small fish.
Just the small fish.

I tell you what: they would do anything.
To materialize their every wish.

Woe to the downpressors:
Theyll eat the bread of sorrow.
Woe to the downpressors:
Theyll eat the bread of sad tomorrow.
Woe to the downpressors:
Theyll eat the bread of sad tomorrow.