Three Songs

Reflections

We were two
Late at night
Early in September.
Watching intently each other´s eyes.
What you saw
And what I saw
no one else can tell…

We were two
Deep in the jungle
Cast away.
Sharing quietly our wizards inside
You could see
What I could see
The purity within.


Crossing the borders of desire
There´s another land
Where we can be whoever might be.
We step in and stay within
But walk beyond.
What you know
And what I know
Who else but us can tell.

My brother, my son , my father , my lover.
Your sister, your daughter , your mother, your lover.

My teacher, my disciple, my master, my slave.
Your teacher, your disciple, your master, your slave.

My healer, my sicked, my music, my voice.
Your healer, your sicked, your music, your voice.
Our music, our voice.
One music, one voice.
The echoes in the stars
Reflections in the sky.

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Leaving soon

You entered the set,
Your smile made me faint
But we couldn´t speak,
Someone had said “Action!”
Then during the break
You gave me your name
Nothing could take place
We would soon be leaving.

Not just leaving that place
But going away
Apart in the map of the world.
What is the connection
Between fate and destination?

Vicino, lontano
in ogni modo mi mancherai
ho buttato tutte le maschere
guardi l´anima mia
una volta in più.

We talked and we kissed
My eyes made you faint
We offered each other
A part of our stories.
You talked on the phone:
“I just can´t go on
Nothing should take place
We will soon be leaving”.

I say:
It´s fear that´s mining the present
The pain of falling into the unexpected
What is the connection
Between fate and destination.

Vicino, lontano
in ogni modo ti mancherò
hai buttato tutte le maschere
stò guardando l´anima tua una volta in più.



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Wu-Wei (Don´t Interfere)

Stand in contemplation
Of the richness of Nature.
Watch in fascination,
How the rythms of life
keep their timing so perfect.

Dance with the music of stars
In your silence inside
The mind quiets…

But don´t interfere
Don´t try to change what is perfect by birth
Don´t interfere
Don´t try to add to what´s full from the start.

Talk with the persuasion
That your voice is unique.
Grow with the conviction
We can still heal the land.

Let´s accept we´re so small
While all mountains are high,
That the rivers must flow,
And the woods should grow wild.

And don´t interfere
Don´t try to change what is perfect by birth
Don´t interfere
Don´t try to add to what´s full from the start.
Wu-wei, wu-wei, wu-wei, wu-wei….

1994

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