Pine Branch

They tied the remains
Outside, the sun!
Sickening grey

Flash in the pan, Indian summer
But all huddled in the shadows
I’m waiting

For whom will make me exonerate my debts
Stay there child, out of my way
Feeling badly twisted
Pasty with days that  go in flocks
To finally say I am purified
Like channels that are drained

To provide water to those who remain barefoot
Not to let them take the ground from your feet

Standing to dry, as
The exuberance that there once was, but today
There are only my broken steps

And my hands over the heart
Mine is a weak shell, go away!
Simple and empty, cut lips

Deeply disturbing
Take good care of yourself

Don’t ever be afraid
Like evil frost

My days remain wet

To not escape

Farther from my eyes
Digging, but with bare arms
That could do without it.
The exuberance that once was , but today
There are only my broken steps

And my hands over the heart

You, nightmare, but with a sweet aftertaste
Catch me at night here
I’m on a branch of mountain pine

I’m waiting for the night
I’m on a branch of mountain pine

I could grow up but
I’m on a branch of mountain pine

Poised between light and nothingness

(Translation by F.Zucchi)