Il Cuore della Notte 

Don’t wring

my hair

don’t pull my throat 

The road is long when 

in the heart of night 

Like a nest it will 

give me rest 

like a ship towards your harbour. 

The lonely light doesn’t come from the lighthouse 

doesn’t come from home

The breath squeezes, I shout underwater.

Stupid illusions devour my head

Slap me 

On your compelling gaze

A pillow of tears.

But then they shatter

a hurdle of my indifference 

they crumble like burned feathers 

Am I a phoenix?

In the heart of the night 

      Michele Rizzardi