Cancion Della Terra

 

 

 

CANCION DELLA TERRA

ITALIANO

Si lo so
Amore che io e te
Forse stiamo insieme
Solo qualche istante
Zitti stiamo
Ad ascoltare
Il cielo
Alla finestra
Questo mondo che
Si sveglia e la notte è
Già così lontana
Già lontana

Guarda questa terra che
Che gira insieme a noi
Anche quando è buio
Guarda questa terra che
Che gira anche per noi
A darci un po’ di sole, sole, sole
My love che sei l’amore mio
Sento la tua voce è ascolto il mare
Sembra davvero il tuo respiro
L’amore che mi dai
Questo amore che
Sta li nacosto
In mezzo alle sue onde
A tutte le sue onde
Come una barca che

Guarda questa terra che
Che gira insieme a noi
Anche quando è buio
Guarda questa terra che
Che gira anche per noi
A darci un po’ di sole
Sole!

Guarda questa terra che
Che gira insieme a noi
A darci un po’ de sole
Mighty sun
Mighty sun

 

SONG OF THE EARTH

ENGLISH

Yes I know
My love, that you and I
Are together briefly
For just a few moments
In silence
As we look out of our windows
And listen
To the sky
And to a world
That’s awakening
And the night is already far away
Already, far away

Look at this world
Spinning with us
Even in the dark
Look at this world
Spinning for us
Giving us hope and some
Sun, sun sun

My love, you are you my love
I hear your voice,
And I listen to the sea.
It sounds just like your breathing
And all the love you want to give me
This love
That is there, hidden
Hidden among the waves
All the waves in the world
Just like a boat that….

Look at this world
Spinning with us
Even in the dark
Look at this world
Spinning for us
Giving us hope,
And some sun, sun, sun,
Some sun, sun, sun.

Look at this world
Spinning with us
Giving us some sun,
Mighty sun
Mighty sun
Mighty sun .

 

CANCION DE LA TIERRA

ESPAÑOL

Sí lo sé, mi vida, que tú y yo
estaremos juntos
sólo un instante
qué callados miraremos
el cielo en la ventana
este mundo que despierta
y la noche va
yéndose lejana
tan lejana.
Mira nuestra tierra que
que gira con los dos
hasta estando oscuro
Mira nuestra tierra que
que nos ofrece el Sol
y no nos deja solos,
solos, solos.
My love, amor, cariño mío
siento que me llamas
y el mar parece
como si fuera tu suspiro
que tu amor me trae
este amor que va como escondido
en medio de sus olas
de todas esas olas
como una balsa que
Mira nuestra tierra que
que gira con los dos
hasta estando oscuro
mira nuestra tierra que
que nos ofrece el Sol
y no nos deja solos
solos
Mira nuestra tierra que
que nos ofrece el Sol
y no nos deja solos…
Mighty sun,
mighty sun.

 

 

VOLVERE A TI / I WILL BACK TO THEE

 

Era una noche de luna llena, su luz dejaba una estela en el mar y el movimiento de las olas hacia que danzaran bajo su resplandor.
En la playa caminaba una mujer, descalza al borde del agua.
Alta y muy esbelta dejaba volar su pelo suelto, sus brazos marcaban su paso.
Las estrellas brillantes, alumbraban junto a la luna y una brisa cargada de yodo rondaba por todo el lugar.
Sus pensamientos escapaban a otros océanos, lejanos, en la otra parte del mundo. Un mundo que sólo imaginaba, que sólo percibía, que sólo soñaba
A lo lejos sobre el horizonte un barco pasaba ligero, muy lejos de la mujer que caminaba solitaria junto al mar.
Dentro de su alma un sonido moraba, quizás una canción de su niñez, quizás una canción que su madre le canto para dormirla.
Sin darse cuenta de sus labios salían palabras hechas melodía…
…Allá lejos en el otro mar, en la isla de mis sueños, esa que nunca habitaré,
su música flota como mariposas cercanas a mi
Solamente un sueño que no olvidaré, un sueño más grande que todas mis realidades.
Un sueño que partirá conmigo a otros mundos cuando mi alma deje este mar.
Lagrimas corrían por sus mejillas, pero a la vez una tierna sonrisa se dibujó en su cara
al terminar de cantar.
Sacudió su cabellera y se sentó mirando al mar…Cuántas veces te he mirado? Cuántas veces te he soñado?
Sé que en alguna vida viví y sé que en alguna vida viviré allí y volveré a ti.
Diciendo eso, la luna desapareció tapada por una nube y la mujer solitaria junto al mar desapareció con ella.

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Was a full moon night, the light was leaving

a path into the sea and the waves movement

was making them dance under its glow.

On the beach a woman was walking with bare feet

at the waters edge.

Tall and slender, hair flying loose

her arms marking her steps.

The bright stars shone together with the moon

and an iodine laden breeze hovered all around.

Her thoughts fled to other oceans,

distant, on the other side of the world, A world

that she imagined, that she only perceived,

that she had only dreamed.

Far away into the horizon a ship was passing swiftly,

too far from the woman that was walking

alone beside the night tide

Inside her soul a sound was dwelling,

perhaps a song from her childhood,

perhaps a song her mother sang for her to sleep.

Unaware from her lips words came as melodies…

“Beyond faraway into that other sea, in my drean island,

that one that I would never dwell

its music floats as butterflies near to me

Only a dream I’ll never forget

A dream bigger than all my realities

A dream that I will carry with me to other worlds

when my soul leaves this sea”

Tears were running down her cheeks,

yet a tender smile touched her face

when she ended her song.

She shook her head and sat looking the sea…

How many times have I looked at you?

How many times have I dreamed of you?

I know that in some life I lived and I know

that in some life I will live there again

and I will be back to thee.

Having said that , the moon disappeared

behind a dark cloud and the lone woman

beside the sea disappeared too.

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DRIFTING INTO PARADISE/ RUMBO AL PARAISO

  

 

 

 

Drifting into Paradise

Drifting into paradise with confuse step
I’m searching for a lagoon of soap
scattered in bubbles
that break to the touch of my song
I seek to  climb to the deepest of the thought, 
I seek to descend to the highest of the sky.

Without meaning my words come out
from a mocking mouth
who looks at me in the mirrors of green eyes
where I see my reflection
made up of colors,
in the sepia of one evening
that is dying slowly,
that is leaving behind
memories of incandecent gleam.

I will not stop diving into words
that the wind has taken,
all the bonds no longer exist.
Captain of so many seas, he stops sailing,
leaves his boat at windward, without rudder,
and the homeless to save.

Drifting into paradise, 
I’m walking slowly,
leaving my rotten bones
in a path of so many unfinish dreams
to begin a new destiny.
The sea resounds, its echo chases me,
neither ground, nor rivers exist,
only the sea, my eternal partner.

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Rumbo al Paraíso

Voy rumbo al paraíso
a paso perdido,
buscando cuencas de jabón
esparcidas en pompas
que se quiebran al roce de mi canción.

 

Busco trepar a lo más hondo del pensamiento
busco bajar a lo más alto del cielo.
Sin sentido mis palabras salen
de una boca burlona que me mira en el espejo
de unos ojos verdes
donde veo mi reflejo pintado de colores.
 

 

En la sepia de una tarde
que va muriendo lentamente,
que va dejando atrás

recuerdos de incandescentes destellos.

 

 

No dejaré de bucear en las palabras
que se llevó el viento,
todos los lazos ya no existen
Capitán  de tantos mares,
dejó de navegar, dejó a barlovento su barca
sin timón y sin náufragos a quien guardar.

 

 

 Rumbo al paraíso,
mi caminar lento,
dejo mis huesos carcomidos en el camino
tantos sueños no cumplidos
para re inventar un nuevo destino.

 

 

 

El mar retumba, su eco me persigue,
no existen tierra, ni Ríos,
sólo el mar mi eterno compañero.

 

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Halloween

 

I have good memories from The Halloween days in the Yukon
George was a little guy, We used to go with Allison, Greg
and their mom, and end up at Allison and Greg’s granny to have, 
all the kids a hot chocolate and us a hot toddy
and we all have cookies and cake.
Later we all went to our places and the kids had a great
time and too much candy.

 

 

 

 

SONGS

 

I sing songs and you listen my stories
I hear you always near or far
I hear songs about your land
The distances doesn’t matters, we are so close

I hear your song and I know your stories
Deep in my heart

The place call home is waiting for us,
Together we dance in the land and ocean
And the end always will be … you and I

Walking the path to one soul

We travel the country dusty roads
We are looking the same blue sky
We are looking the same moon
Bathing in the same ocean
Warming our bodies beneath the same sun

  

Let’s cut distances, let’s start a new life
What remains incomplete must be finished
Let’s cut distances, let’s start a new life
What remains incomplete must be finished
Let’s cut distances, let’s start a new life
What remains incomplete must be finished

 

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EL MONJE BUDISTA/THE BUDDHIST MONK

 

 

 

SU VISITA CASI PASO DESAPERCIBIDA.

YO ESTABA EN EL OTRO RINCON…

 

 

 

OI UN RUIDO

PERO MIRE UNA HOJA QUE SUAVEMENTE CAIA.

 

 

 

CONTE LOS SEGUNDOS

LARGOS Y MUY ESTIRADOS.

 

 

 

 

 

CUANDO VOLVI A LA REALIDAD

NO REAL…

DEL MONJE BUDISTA

SOLO QUEDABAN LAS HUELLAS.

 

 

 

ME ALEGRE, PODÍA GUARDARLAS

Y AL VOLVER A VERLAS

RECONOCERIA

QUE FUE EL PRIMERO

EN DEJARME SUS HUELLAS DE REGALO.

 

 

 

 

ME PREGUNTO….

VOLVERA?

 

 

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Yukon Memories

This story is about my life in the Yukon,  my soul is still up there, walking, fishing, going into the forest, roads and mountains.
The Yukon is so big that we are used not having a square metre, but to have many square metres for ourselves, we love to be alone and at the same time we value friendship, nature and company.
Let me tell you… Yes I fished a lot in the Yukon River. In those times my George was a little boy. Going fishing at Easter time  was an enormous tradition. When Easter arrived all our friends came to visit us, they lived  46 km from our home (Marsh Lake) deep in the forest. In our truck we threw George, the dog, 6 adults and everything  you can imagine for a picnic, I believe when we returned we  put on few pounds , even the dog.
The trip lasted few hours and we arrived just in time at Kluane ( a national park between the Yukon and B.C.) to see the sunrise, it was very cold, but quickly the men made a great campfire near the river. The river was frozen and full with frozen snow but we all  knew where to walk, We made a great breakfast, us woman knew how to cook for Yukoners and the way they eat, but that day of the year we were served by the fellows throughout the day, still we helped, at the Yukon nobody is lazy or you end up in the other world very soon lol. Our work was to bring water (snow)  in addition to being the  chefs assistants. And those times were, and remain the best breakfasts of my life.

                                                                         

 

Soon the fishing began. All  participated, each one in their hole, and every half hour more or less we took turns to take care of my son and to see to the cooking. To Ice fish you need  lots of patience and know what you are doing, but a friend (Johnny) was the expert so things run smoothly  then we prepared all our fishing tools.  I knew that I didn’t have an idea about the baits, like professionals, my bait was a piece of thin and long raw meat , and nobody imagined the good result. There is a great variety of fish, but at that time the trout and spikes were everywhere.
Well  that is my fishing experience, boots, sky suit, weather below zero, frozen holes cut by Johnny.
You see our friend Johnny was a fisherman and was used to fishing all seasons, he usually drove to the place a day or two before us to prepare the holes, sometimes he used chain saw, other times to keep the fish near, he used a manual saw, but that was too much work. His first rule was to be silent, never to crowd another person and never to step in new ice near the river bank, It was too dangerous. He was a good teacher and a beautiful soul.
Well that was my experience in fishing, I haven’t returned to fish, except those years that I lived, far from the civilization, but the memories are still here in my heart as The Yukon.
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