The garden was silent and empty. A breeze now and then. Ancient statues, trees, temples. A world out of the time. Just my imagination maybe, but all of a suddon the sensation of echoes as they come from the the past, … Continue reading Gone the Kings and Queens/2
“Time table” by Genesis, from the album “Foxtrot” A milestone in the rock history and a wonderful cover too. A carved oak table, Tells a tale Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold, And the brave … Continue reading Gone the Kings and Queens
Spots of light Gambling the night Nervous blasts of colours, electric colors, gigantic colors Explosions of yellows and reds beating your eyes Suddenly undercovered by the black all around The black of the night The hissing of the night Yellow … Continue reading Spots of light
La notte iniziava a sfaldarsi, lentamente corrotta da sottili lame di luce, incrinata dagli attesi sussurri di un’altra fredda alba invernale. Colori e pulsazioni in divenire, fragranti seppure ancora incerte, comunque irte di pungenti speranze, tutti insieme si addensavano in … Continue reading D’inverno un’alba
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night – join the dance …. Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of … Continue reading Where my country lies/3
..Citizens of Hope & Glory, Time goes by – it’s the ‘time of your life’. Easy now, sit you down. Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, they eat without a sound; digesting england by the pound.. (Genesis, Selling England by the … Continue reading Where my country lies/2
“Can you tell me where my country lies?”
said the unifaun to his true love’s eyes.
“It lies with me!” cried the Queen of Maybe
– for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.
(Genesis, Selling England by the pound)
L’aria della sera sembrava caricarsi di elettricità ed attese minuto dopo minuto. La voce della città e i suoi toni aumentavano senza interruzione, si amplificavano, scivolavano ed invadevano come un mare di acqua le vie intorno, i vicoli e le piazzette. Si arrampicavano sulle scalinate, conquistavano i porticati, penetravano a fondo nelle strette viuzze secondarie. Continue reading “Where my country lies”
In the wake of sapphire 