1. NEL BUIO

Siedi qui, vicino a me,
Parmali del cielo, dei tuoi viaggi e poi di poesia.
Dimmi prima che tutto svanisca,
Esiste l'infinito nel buio.


2. THE CLIFF OF SUICIDE

When everything is bathed in colour
And a blinding golden path
Shines from the sky onto the sea,
To the white shingle beach which is below you,
Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies.

In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of thouse who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
In the marvel of your sunsets.

Wings flutter among the ears of wheat
Like the wind which ripples the sea
And vertically over it
There's the cliff of suicide
On the water more blue than the sky.


3. DEEP LAKES OF THE SOUL

(Instrumental)


4. COSMIC HARMONY

A gentle throb, a warm breath,
The consciousness of travelling,
Of the mysterious end
Distinguish us from cold shadows.

Mute voices in the universe
So different, so anonymous.
Creators in the arts:
Orphic, evocative spell.

It's cosmic harmony which gets lost
Into the infinite emptiness.


5. UNDER THE DOCK LEAVES

You slide across the branches,
Your glitter is fertile pollen,
You're shadows in the shape of leaves:
A wind that ripples the crest of waves against the current,
You caress the rivers but you are the springs.

Your eyes: buds which are moistened by the dew,
Beyond webs of obscurity.

The branches swing you
then you glide on your transparent wings.


6. THE MONK

Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula sagas,
Nocturnos lemures, portentaque.

Agitur animus in noctem et
Tenebrae oboriuntur


7. HARMATTAN

(Instrumental)


8. THE LAND BEYOND

From the rugged mountains,
Down to the valley,
Amongst the fresh clouds
Which cross my body,
The wind doesn't let me breathe
And I dream of dying.

Everyday I want to enjoy
That sensation of mystery
Which I perceive sometimes
So strongly,
It swells my heart,
Forgetting that there's no going back.

Delicious dream erases my fear
Of the which is comming.


9. LA VIDA ES SUEÑO

Qué es la vida? Una ilusiòn,
Una sombra, una ficciòn,
Y el mayor bien es pequeño
Que toda la vida es sueño...

No temais, no, de que os falte
Compañia en las desdichas,
Pues en duda semejante
De vivir o de morir,
No sé cuales son mas grandes.


10. WHERE THE LILIES FADE

Thou sleepest where the lilies fade,
Thou oxellest where the lilies fade not:
Sweet, when thime earthly part decayed
Thy heavenly part decyes not.

Thou dwellest where the roses blow
The crimson roses bud and blossom:
While on than eyes is heaped the snow -
The snow upon thy bosom