I have left my monastery with a case in my hand before that I had given away all what I had clothes, objects, worthless things I have saved only what reminded me who I was In these months, I have lost and found me again tens of times and each time I was a bit different carrying inside me something of someone else or something of me I didn’t know I had I found again my singing with all its colours that shine each time I plunge into the multigreen vegetation
Lord, give me a garden of glass, a rose of winds, an awakening
SALVAMI SALVAMI SALVAMI
Lord, give me a garden of light, a rose of winds, an awakening
SALVAMI SALVAMI SALVAMI
I survived to the plagues opening on the palms of my hands and over my eyes From that day I went away from that place full of silence, the big blue dams, now marking my face, opened From that day I obeyed to my ancient fate, I have obtained nothing more than strong, wild and dangerous emotions I slept each night in a different place I confused countries I didn’t realise where I was going and when I could have stopped I have always said to love freedom I have obtained it without discounts
Lord, give me a garden of glass, a rose of winds, an awakening
SALVAMI SALVAMI SALVAMI
Lord, give me a garden of light, a rose of winds, an awakening
SALVAMI SALVAMI SALVAMI
Strange paths full of roots coming out of the earth suggested me where I was going Colours mixed with the grey of the hard stone it is what always happens inside me and now after having run breathlessly towards the roaring of the thunderbolts I have written these words to stay alive in order to put down my old case
I have always said to love freedom I have obtained it without discounts
I have written these words to stay alive... A rose of winds...