I LIVE IN FLINT

I live in Flint (Michigan).
Here it is not America.
The storm is not far, the pain is not.
Here the water does not flow limpid,
the tears fall black from the eyes.
I was born in the absence of words,
in the lack of smiles.
Flint lies down on dogs' yelps.
His chains are dragged into surrender.
Winter is perennial between spring and winter.
We never hear songs.
The wind comes to freeze footsteps.
I live in Flint, without a single flower to give.
Without being able to deny me the wood of a cross.
Here it is not America.
The dark night besieges me, and the cold snow.

WHITE WOLF - LUPO BIANCO

                                                                  

Many moons have covered the sky.
I'm on the trail of the bison.
The winter along led the snows
and the silences on teepees and eyes.
Many old warriors have reached the sky.
I'm in my heartbeat

in search of the horizon,
toward the bison breath.

I will report the joy and songs between the teepees

Molte lune hanno percorso il cielo.

Io sono sulla pista del bisonte.

L'inverno ha portato a lungo le nevi

e i silenzi sui tepees e negli occhi.

Molti vecchi guerrieri hanno raggiunto il cielo.

Io sono nei battiti del mio cuore

in ricerca dell'orizzonte,

verso il respiro del bisonte.

Riporterò la gioia ed il canto tra i tepees.

VENNERO I LUPI * THEY CAME THE WOLVES

Nella notte di Natale vennero i lupi.
Dopo il sonno delle foglie
e le lacrime di stelle,
nella fredda melodia d'inverno.
Chiudemmo gli occhi per un sogno.
Prima del canto sulla neve
ed i silenzi del cuore.
Vennero i lupi ad azzannare il tempo.
Dopo la nube sulla luna
e le nostre parole d'amore.


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In the Christmas night
they came the wolves.
After the sleep of leaves
and the tears of stars,
in the cold of winter melody
We closed our eyes for a dream.
before of the song on the snow.
and the silences of the heart.

They came the wolves to bite the time.
After the cloud on the moon
and our words of love.

IN THE TERRITORIES OF THUNDER

In the territories of thunder,
all our tears
they will become flowers,
all our dead warriors 
 will be the stars of heaven,
 all of your words
 they will die in our silences.
In the sunrises of your countries
all of you will see

that we bring you the winter,
 you will see us clothes of dreams.
The nights of our memory

will kill your hope.