the song of axieros

Not of father, nor of mother
was my blood, was my body.
I was made from nine blossoms
blossoms of the nettle, oak and thorn
nine powers of nine flowers
nine powers in me combined.
Long and white are my fingers
as the ninth wave of the sea.

I have played in Lloughor
I have slept in purple
my wreath is of red jewels
I know so many songs
my cassock is red all over
but I prophesy no evil.
A million of angels
stand on the point of my knife.

I am a wind on a deep lake
I am a tear the Sun lets fall
I am a hawk above the cliff
I am a thorn beneath the nail
I am a hill where poets walk
I am a tide that drags to death.

extracts from "Câd Goddeu" and "Hanes Blodeuwedd"

the nine rituals

The first ritual is Creation
The second ritual is Dominion
The third ritual is Love
The forth ritual is Birth
The fifth ritual is Sacrifice
The sixth ritual is Ablution
The seventh ritual is Reminding
The eighth ritual is Crowning
The last ritual has no name
The ninth ritual can't be called
The last ritual has no name
The ninth ritual can't be called

F.N.

kremasta nera

Which stories
uprooting
from the banks of any river
... light by light
taking out blood...

If we could find again
some unwarlike, confused god
... light by light
taking out blood...

So, in the transparency of necessity,
resolute, eroic nullities
spread
with their faces pointed to the sky
(if they still have one...)

Mara Paltrinieri

ochram
ritual singing

therma

Look !
There is a silvery shore, a shore of stars...
Noble spirit of Fire,
blessed spirit of Fire,
spirit armed of stars,
sacred swan,
winged radiance,
golden light of the skies,
Look !
There is a silent way and a bridge
leading to a white shore...
Is this fate ?
Is water flowing from a holy source ?
Look !
There is a green forest where the wind is blowing,
then a huge gate and, farer, an island,
land of gift,
surrounded by a ring of golden light.
Over there, eternal summer discloses
a white awakening...
Spirit armed of stars,
sacred swan,
winged radiance of eternal summer
and white awakenings,
look at the heavenly reign of singing...

efestia

Princesses of Thrace,
precious,
as Goddesses of light
radiant,
as Goddesses of the sea
diaphanous
Sweet, on the meadows,
they intertwine
stems of enchantments and dills
Amidst soft essences and veiled steams,
they wander on the summit of the mountains
and along golden lakes.
Radiant
as sea Goddesses,
they dance on the meadows
in a spell of light shapes.
Through voices and faces
they fade away in the evening,
under rains of incense and iridescent skies.
They dye their dark hair red of shell,
amidst soft essences and veiled steams,
they wander on the summit of the mountains
and along golden lakes.

Francesca Nicoli

ebur

With a dying tongue,
the swan intones
its own dirge.

If you are initiated
to the Mysteries of the sacred Goddess,
do not profane,
with sacrilegious teeth,
the tender doves

Now, the Rose is made of you.

Marziale

kaviria
wordless litany

fengari
(Mount Moon)

Tell me who I was
tell me who I was
before grief disfigured my pale face
Tell me who I was
tell me who I was
before some adverse currents
brought me in a gloomy sea

I remember I vibrated
like the laurel and the pallide olive tree,
listening to the flute with one thousand voices
I lived

Tell me who I was
tell me who I was
before the red thunderboalts
blinded me with their golden talons

I remember I filled my hands with clear water
I wore my hair long and braided in inextricable embroideries
I remember I vibrated
like the laurel and the pallide olive tree,
listening to the flute with one thousand voices
I lived

Tell me who I was
tell me who I was
before the thick wind
took me so sadly...

F.N.

klethra

Powers, powers of the trees
foretell the truth
Birch Birch Birch
in the power of divination
bring him love news
as his heart is beating loud

Peg of Rowan
in the power of divination
decipher the unsolved enigma
as far has fallen the key

Alder Alder Alder
in the power of divination
disperse any disease
from the mind exhausted by doubt

Willow Willow Willow
in the power of divination
obtain a full confession
from the rigid mouth of the dead

Trees Trees Trees
foretell the truth
Trees Trees Trees
decipher what I'm asking you

Trees Trees Trees
divine the truth
Trees Trees Trees
decipher what I'm asking you

I have flown with vigour
like a drop in the air
I am a sound of the sea
I am a sound of the sea...

Francesca Nicoli freely inspired by "Dichetal do chennaib"

gria vathra
instrumental

migratio animae
(Transmigration of souls)

wings (i had once)

Late night
eastward dawn
bridles in hand
and the voice fades away
in your skimming flight
and, like wind, it bursts through the oaks
Vivid Life
which mirrors in you
Vivid Life
which resounds in you
you, who whiten the moon
like wind
like darkness in the eyes
like wind
like rumble of blood
Vivid Life

In the night
this voice
is like a shiver of water
bridles in hand
from the heights of flight
you peer into dried lands
and during the long eve
you feel
Vivid Life
which mirrors in you
Vivid Life
that sprouts deep
like wind
like darkness in the eyes
like wind
like rumble of blood
Vivid Life

Francesca Nicoli

la fame e la danza
(The dance and the hunger)

In the end, I will see stripped off joys
usurped as so cruel, so cruel...

I will breathe a thousand dead who don't count
I will breathe a thousand dead...

I will dive in the denied abyss
therefore lost, lost...

I will comprehend the red-hot spheres of darkness,
the ravaneous spheres of darkness...

I will dance in front of the mighty,
the slaves, the barbarians and the pharaons,
and I will see the hunger,
the dance and the justice
coming on a wrecked junk...

Roses, Servants, Sisters
Goddesses of downfalls and ruins
Goddesses of the moon, barely skimmed,
Goddesses of the silent race
you havn't lost me yet...