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2020.12.15.

A Lemon Slush

There are those who seek from love
what it cannot give them,
who do not even know what it is.
We who are in love,
we have already understood
that to be happy
at times will be enough.
 
A lemon slush,
giving a kiss at the door,
and staying close even if it rains.
A lemon slush,
you and me under the moon
every day that
the sun comes up to find you here.
 
What you would like to have
is hidden in your heart,
maybe one day you will understand.
We who are lucky,
we have already understood
that to be happy
at times will be enough.
 
A lemon slush,
giving a kiss at the door,
and staying close even if it rains.
A lemon slush,
you and me under the moon
every day that
the sun comes up to find you here.
 
~~~~~
 
A lemon slush,
giving a kiss at the door,
and staying close even if it rains.
A lemon slush,
you and me under the moon
every day that
the sun comes up to find you here.
 
A lemon slush,
giving a kiss at the door,
and staying close even if it rains.
A lemon slush,
you and me under the moon
every day that
the sun comes up to find you here.
 
A lemon slush,
giving a kiss at the door,
and staying close even if it rains...
 
2020.12.06.

Monday Moon

(Wa-dah wa-dah-dah-dah.)
(Wa-dah wa-dah-dah-dah.)
(Wa-dah wa-dah-dah-dah.)
 
Moon, Monday moon,
I really did not think that
I could be unhappy this way.
This morning, her eyes
gazed into mine
but tonight here am I
and without her.
 
Moon, Monday moon,
you made yourself
more beautiful than ever.
No need, you know.
How inappropriate
so suddenly
to forget about us
and a response
that you will not get from her.
 
Say goodbye with a yes (say goodbye with a yes),
say goodbye with a yes (say goodbye with a yes),
(yes, he will smile—ah, yeah).
But on Monday (but on Monday, yes),
but on Monday (but on Monday),
(he will regret it).
 
Moon, Monday moon,
I really did not think that
I could be unhappy this way.
This morning, her eyes
gazed into mine
but tonight here am I
and without her.
 
Say goodbye with a yes (say goodbye with a yes),
say goodbye with a yes (say goodbye with a yes),
(yes, he will smile—ah, yeah).
But on Monday (but on Monday, yes),
but on Monday (but on Monday),
(he will regret it).
 
(Wa-dah wa-dah-dah-dah.)
(Wa-dah wa-dah-dah-dah.)
 
Moon, Monday moon—
oh moon, Monday moon—
oh moon, Monday moon...
 
2020.12.04.

Congratulations

Congratulations,
you have made it.
From now on,
the unhappiness has ended.
 
Congratulations
for the inspiration
that your smile
knew how to give to me.
 
I was looking for the world in a bottom of a glass.
I did not realize that I was throwing away the evenings
in illusions that lasted a minute
but, after all, I am better with you.
 
Congratulations and jubilation,
perhaps the accent
is not correct
but yet:
 
congratulations,
thanks all the same
for the success
that you had with me.
 
I was looking for the world in a bottom of a glass.
I did not realize that I was throwing away the evenings
in illusions that lasted a minute
but, after all, I am better with you.
 
Congratulations,
you have made it.
From now on,
the unhappiness has ended.
 
Congratulations
for the inspiration
that your smile
knew how to give to me.
 
~~~~~
 
Congratulations,
you have made it.
From now on,
the unhappiness has ended.
 
Today has ended
my unhappiness.
 
Wow!
 
2020.12.02.

More Than This

You have always
stretched out your hands,
you give me an hour or days
to be together again.
 
Again you
yesterday and you tomorrow
who lie to me just
to make me stay here.
 
More than this, more than this—
what more than this can I ask of you?
You dream here, you together,
you read my face when I go away.
 
More than this, more than this—
I want more later, more than this.
You always mine, both here and there,
and in exchange I am this nostalgia.
 
Now, yes,
I feel your hands
when I am a bit alone.
I will wait for tomorrow.
 
I will escape
from your happy caress,
from your unfamiliar arms,
colder than the snow.
 
More than this, more than this—
I who want to give you more, more than this,
now I am here, my love.
Inside your tears, there is only me.
 
More than this, more than this—
hold me forever, I am not going away
and I will tell you more than this.
I already cried for you, for myself not like this.
 
~~~~~
 
More than this, more than this—
I want to give you more, more than this.
You always mine, both here and there,
and in exchange I am this nostalgia.
 
More than this, more than this—
hold me forever, I am not going away
and I will tell you more than this.
I already cried for you, for myself not like this.
 
2020.12.01.

The Truck Driver

I am Gennaro, the truck driver,
but to everyone I'm Jack.
And I make kilometers
and also erotic dreams, but yes!
We are the bisons of the road
with our trucks
and we are the cursed ones
when we enter the bar.
A journey—an adventure—
for those who live a hard life like us.
 
And on cold nights
I dream of a warm bed
and inside of it
a woman liberated
from so many useless taboos.
She will love me without pleasantries,
she who, without love, gives so much love
and leaves that smile
whereas entering into heaven leaves none.
 
Call Jack, the truck driver,
I will answer you.
And with Jack, the truck driver,
but so much joy!
I'm Jack, the truck driver,
with a large truck.
I drive until I arrive in Madagascar
and I go all the way,
as long as there is highway—
and I go all the way,
as long as there is highway.
 
I'm Jack, the truck driver,
and I think about when it will end
but then doing the math
and, looking around a bit, maybe not.
We are like stars
when the dark fades
that light up nights
with Iveco and Saab
and never find closed the toll booth
of our freedom.
 
~~~~~
 
Call Jack, the truck driver,
I will answer you.
And with Jack, the truck driver
but so much joy!
I'm Jack, the truck driver,
with a large truck.
I drive until I arrive in Madagascar
and I go all the way,
as long as there is highway—
and I go all the way,
as long as there is highway.
 
I'm Jack, the truck driver,
that ageless pilot
and on my takimeter
I consume more kilometers than ever.
We are the bisons of the road
with our trucks
and we are the cursed ones
when we enter the bar.
I am impertinent,
a little neurotic,
I am impatient Jack.
 
I am impertinent,
a little neurotic,
I am impatient Jack.
 
I am impertinent,
a little neurotic,
I am impatient Jack.
 
I am Jack.
 
Do you understand?
 
Jack!
 
Aaaahhhh!
 
2020.11.30.

Sexy Baby

It's on fire,
my heart for you.
I feel the flames
here inside of me.
You in my dreams,
not in reality.
You are a desire
that will not end.
 
I don't see the sun
but I see you, hey!
And little by little
I think that
your smile
will take me
through the gate
of a long eternity.
 
Sexy baby, baby blue,
no, I want nothing more.
I want a moment
together with you
to feel a thrill
inside of me.
 
Sexy baby, baby blue,
no, I want nothing more.
One chance
and my heart for this
will not grow tired.
 
The world turns
around me.
The night is long
and it seems that
every minute
it never goes away.
One day I will try
to ask if you want me.
 
I don't see the sun
but I see you, hey!
And little by little
I realize that
your smile
will take me
through the gate
of a long eternity.
 
Yoah!
 
~~~~~
 
Sexy baby, baby blue,
no, I want nothing more.
I want a moment
together with you
to feel a thrill
inside of me.
 
Sexy baby, baby blue,
no, I want nothing more.
One chance
and my heart for this
will not grow tired.
 
Sexy baby, baby blue,
no, I want nothing more.
I want a moment
together with you
to feel a feeling
inside of me.
 
~~~~~
 
Hmm-hmmm-hmmm!
 
Nothing more!
 
Hmm-hmmm-hmmm! Baby!
 
Sexy baby!
 
Baby sexy!
 
2020.11.29.

Never Trust

~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
 
In the discotech,
there is a boy who
looks at no one,
he looks only at you.
Even if he understood
that you are with me,
pretend nothing has happened
because he is full of himself.
 
In life, it is better
to never trust
because, around the corner,
there is another him.
In life, it is enough to take
one step further,
then you look around
and you are left alone.
 
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
 
Almost an hour has passed
and I see that
you do not listen to me
and I know the reason.
There is a direct line
right between you,
and it has already broken
what was between us.
 
In life, it is better
to never trust
because, around the corner,
there is another him.
The best in life
surely will arrive.
The worst is silent,
it is here already.
 
My mom used to tell me:
'Be careful, you know
a woman can multiply
your troubles.'
I didn't believe it
and thought that
she wanted to have me
forever all to herself.
 
It is already four o'clock
and where are you?
They are getting complicated,
these thoughts of mine.
I am spying on you
as you go away.
Did I get it right
that you won't be back?
 
In life, it is better
to never trust
because, around the corner,
there is another him.
The best in life
surely will arrive.
The worst is silent,
it is here already.
 
In life, it is better
to never trust
because, around the corner,
there is another him.
The best in life
surely will arrive.
The worst is silent,
it is here already.
 
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~
 
In life, it is better
to never trust
because, around the corner,
there is another him.
The best in life
surely will arrive.
The worst is silent,
it is here already.
 
In life, it is better
to never trust
because, around the corner,
there is another him.
The best in life
is already here.
The worst is silent,
it is here already.
 
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
~~~~~ (Ahh-uhmmm!)
 
2020.11.28.

Muchacha—cha cha cha

Muchacha—
I follow your lead
but you laugh in my face
and then you go away.
 
Muchacha—
I want you in my arms
but the hunt is futile
if you do not think about me.
 
And yes, I know you don't want me (I know you don't want me)
and you mind your own business (and you mind your own business).
I'm looking for trouble (I'm looking for trouble)
even as you will not give up (even as you will not give up).
 
If I was your age (if I was your age),
perhaps, but who knows (perhaps, but who knows ).
Unfortunately I am a long way off,
light years from your thoughts.
 
Uoh uoh uoh!
 
Muchacha—
do not make that face.
I know for you it is not enough—
all of my love for you.
 
Eh!
 
Muchacha—
I want you in my arms
but it is only the unrealistic desire
to be close to you.
 
In my prime (in your prime),
I never encountered (you never encountered)
two eyes like yours (two eyes like hers),
two lips closed just for me.
 
They open up, however (they open up, however),
just to say no (just to tell you no).
Is it possible that the time for love
is over for me?
 
Uoh uoh uoh!
 
Muchacha—
I want you in my arms
but you laugh in my face
and then you go away.
 
Muchacha—
do not make that face.
Open your arms wide
and run here to me.
 
In my prime (in your prime),
I never encountered (you never encountered)
two eyes like yours (two eyes like hers),
two lips closed just for me.
 
They open up, however (they open up, however),
just to say no (just to tell you no).
Is it possible that the time for love
is over for me?
 
For me!
 
2020.11.27.

What Will Happen

What will happen
now that you go away?
How is it then that you lose
what
you have lost for love?
 
What will happen
now that you know
that everything between us
will change
and your truth
will not be
perhaps even half
of a love (of a love)
to fly (to fly)
a little further there.
 
One life is not enough,
love alone is not enough
to make you forget
the evil that you do to me.
 
One life is not enough,
love alone is not enough
to change the color
to what I would like,
to what you do not give me.
 
What will happen
now that you go away?
How is it then that you lose
what
you have lost for love?
 
What will happen
now that you know
that everything between us
will change
and your truth
will not be
perhaps even half
of a love (of a love)
to fly (to fly)
a little further there.
 
One life is not enough,
love alone is not enough
to make you forget
the evil that you do to me.
 
One life is not enough,
love alone is not enough
to change the color
to what I would like,
to what you do not give me.
 
~~~~~
 
One life is not enough,
love alone is not enough
to make you forget
the evil that you do...
 
2020.11.26.

Farewell, Angelina

Farewell, Angelina, the east wind
blows hard, too hard,
and it brings me with it two eyes from heaven
crying for me.
Farewell, Angelina,
the sun sets and I will go away.
 
Life is cruel, you cannot change it.
Love is over but you want me to stay.
Your face behind the windowpane searches for me.
This is goodbye, Angelina, the light already flees.
I flee from you.
 
~~~~~
 
I can't find my voice, I would like to call out to you.
The guitar plays softly and you are up high.
That flower that we picked is dead.
Farewell, Angelina, the sky already sleeps.
You sleep as well.
 
The snow awaits me, I must leave.
You will be the most beautiful memory I have.
Gently, as in a dream, I walk away from you.
This is goodbye, Angelina, the sky is crying.
Cry for me.
 
2020.11.26.

Sway (Quién será)

When marimba rhythms start to play,
dance with me, make me sway.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore,
hold me close, sway me more.
 
Like a flower bending in the breeze,
bend with me, sway with ease.
When we dance you have a way with me,
stay with me, sway with me.
 
Other dancers may be on the floor,
dear, but my eyes will see only you.
Only you have the magic technique.
When we sway, I grow weak.
 
I can hear the sounds of violins
long before it begins.
Make me thrill as only you know how,
sway me smooth, sway me now.
 
~~~~~
 
Other dancers may be on the floor,
dear, but my eyes will see only you.
Only you have the magic technique.
When we sway, I grow weak.
 
I can hear the sounds of violins
long before it begins.
Make me thrill as only you know how,
sway me smooth, sway me now.
 
~~~~~~
 
When marimba rhythms start to play,
dance with me, make me sway.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore,
hold me close, sway me more.
 
I wanted to live again
the passion and warmth of another love,
of another love that made me feel,
that makes me happy.
 
Who will be the one who loves me,
who will it be, who will it be?
Who will be the one to give me her love,
who will it be, who will it be?
 
When marimba rhythms start to play,
sway me smooth, sway me now—
sway me smooth, sway me smooth, sway me now.
 
2020.11.25.

In an Old Cathedral

In an old cathedral,
I gazed upon
that black bow in your hair,
and perhaps I already understood
who is in love with me,
in love.
 
In an old cathedral,
I spoke to you.
That moment was enough for you.
Our steps on the cobblestones,
it began this way,
it began.
 
But then it was not like this,
as I had dreamed,
and I found myself in love
with a reflection in the water—
with a reflection in the water.
 
In an old cathedral,
I gazed upon
that black bow in your hair,
and perhaps I already understood
who is in love with me,
in love.
 
But then it was not like this,
as I had dreamed,
and I found myself in love
with a reflection in the water—
with a reflection in the water.
 
In an old cathedral,
I gazed upon
that black bow in your hair,
and perhaps I already understood
who is in love with me,
in love.
 
2020.11.24.

Clementine

Along the river there in the mountains
there was an old miner
who did not find gold
but his daughter was a treasure.
 
Sweet darling, Clementine,
oh, my one and only great love!
I have lost you now forever
and nevermore will I see you.
 
We left one morning
along the river, and so it was,
that into the water, Clementina,
fell and I never saw her again.
 
Sweet darling, Clementine,
I did not know how to swim.
I have now lost forever
and nevermore will I see you.
 
And up there on the hill
is a church amidst the flowers.
There rests Clementina,
my one and only great love.
 
2020.11.23.

Chestnut

You had sad eyes
(color chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut).
 
The sun on your skin
(color chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut).
 
Color of the earth,
the best earth,
that gives life,
life, life
to all things
and gave you to me.
 
The light on your hair
(color chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut).
 
~~~~~
 
However
I did not know
that you had,
that you had
a soul
(chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut)—
a soul
(chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut)—
a soul
(color chestnut, color chestnut, color chestnut)!
 
2020.11.22.

Oh, Suzannah

I will come from Alabama
and have my banjo with me.
I will go to Louisiana
to see you again.
 
The day I said goodbye
the rain got us wet
but your last smile
warmed my heart.
 
Oh, Suzannah,
do not cry because
I will come from Alabama
and have my banjo with me.
 
It was just the other night that
I saw you in a dream.
You had tears in your eyes when
you came to meet me.
 
A white handkerchief
you had in your hand.
I told you, 'oh, my Suzannah, no!
You must no longer cry.'
 
Oh, Suzannah,
do not cry because
I will come from Alabama
and have my banjo with me.
 
I soon will be in New Orleans
and I will look for you there.
Be assured, my Suzannah, that
I will never leave you again.
 
And I would die of pain
if I were not to find you
but you, sweet Suzannah, no,
do not cry for me.
 
Oh, Suzannah,
do not cry because
I will come from Alabama
and have my banjo with me.
 
Oh, Suzannah,
do not cry because
I will come from Alabama
and have my banjo with me.
 
Oh, Suzannah,
you should not cry because
I will come from Alabama
and have my banjo with me....
 
2020.11.20.

The Mango Tango

Like the passionate notes of a beautiful tango,
I hold you tight to me.
I am so excited, I laugh and cry,
and you don't know why.
I want to speak to you,
I want to kiss you
but here you cannot.
Pardon, if you insist,
I cannot resist, sweet love.
 
We dance slowly to this tango.
It takes us away from here.
In the fragrant garden under the mango
you will tell me yes.
Like sweet fruits of all of your kisses
I want from you,
as expected, I will conquer you, sweet love.
 
Look up there, it's the moon.
The smell of mango fills the air.
Dark leaves protect us.
No one will ever find out.
 
From afar this tango still plays
and I clasp you to me.
I am so excited, I laugh and cry,
and now you know why.
I swore love,
you gave me your heart,
and you will have all of me,
and under the mango with the two kisses you give me.
 
Look up there, it's the moon.
The smell of mango fills the air.
Dark leaves protect us.
No one will ever find out.
 
From afar this tango still plays
and I hold you to me.
I am so excited, I laugh and cry,
and now you know why.
I swore love,
you gave me your heart,
and you will have all of me,
and under the mango with the two kisses you give me.
 
And under the mango with the two kisses you give me.
 
2020.11.19.

The Streets of Laredo

I spent that day in the streets of Laredo.
I was in Laredo on that very day.
I saw a cowboy who was already wounded,
his young face with a cold pallor.
 
As I drew close, he says: 'please,
I see you are a cowboy like me.
Sit down and listen to my sad story.
I've gotten shot, I know I will die.'
 
'Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
they play a last march for him.
Carry him there to the green valley.
He is a cowboy who got it wrong, I know.'
 
'One day on my pony I was happily racing
when I had a true cowboy saddle*
but then I would hurt women and play around.
I am wounded rightfully to die.'
 
'Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
they play a last march for me.
Carry me there to the green valley.
I'm a cowboy who got it wrong, I know.'
 
~~~~~ [whistling]
 
'Six jovial cowboys now will carry me,
six beautiful girls will sing for me,
and bundles of roses are on my coffin.
The cold earth will not touch me.'
 
'Go get me a little bit of fresh water,
dry lips,' the cowboy tells me,
but after I returned, it was all over.
His soul rode to heaven.
 
'Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
the last march plays for him.
We all cry carrying him forth
because he was a good young cowboy.
 
2020.11.18.

Red River Valley

You told me that you leave behind the valley
and that perhaps you will never return.
With your eyes and your sweet smile,
you will take my sunshine away with you.
 
Come and sit close if you love me.
I will not try to stop you
but remember that on the Red River
remains a cowboy who sings 'I love you.'
 
So many sober words of love
that I hoped to hear from you
but it is true that she always leaves.
No, there is not a shot for me.
 
~~~~~
 
Think of me in the valley that you leave behind.
How sad it will be without you!
Do not think about the pain that feels
the cowboy who loves you alone—
the cowboy who loves you alone—
the cowboy who loves you alone—
the cowboy who loves you alone.
 
2020.11.17.

Eyes of Fire

Eyes of fire
that heat up everything, oh!
Heart of steel—
now I know who you are!
 
But I loved you, I loved you, I loved you,
and I didn't understand, I loved you, I loved you,
and, God, I was dying little by little, I was dying
of love for you.
 
The place of love
I now know.
There is one who dies
and the other does not.
 
But if I think of you just for a moment
my pain is lost in the wind
and, God, it keeps hoping to die
of love for you.
 
Eyes of fire—
fire of love it is not!
Heart of steel—
I am wrong to love you!
 
But I love you, I love you, I love you,
and I don't understand, I love you, I love you.
Meanwhile I die little by little, I die
of love for you.
 
(The place of love
I now know.)
There is one who dies
and the other does not.
 
But if I think of you just for a moment
my pain is lost in the wind
and, God, it keeps hoping to die
of love for you.
 
Ah-ah-ah-ah,
ah-ah-ah-ah-aaah!
Ah-ah-ah-ah,
ah-ah-ah-ah-aaah!
 
But if I think of you just for a moment
my pain is lost in the wind
and, God, it keeps hoping to die
of love for you.
 
2020.11.16.

My Home in the West

My home will be along a river in the West
where the tranquil sky will arrive,
where it is easy to live simply,
where the sky will be blue.
 
My home in the West,
along the river that flows clear,
where it is easy to live simply,
where the sky will be blue.
 
~~~~~
 
All around I will see the plains of the West
where the buffalo roams free,
where the breeze will smell like flowers,
where the sky will be filled with stars.
 
My home in the West
along the river that flows clear,
where the breeze will smell like flowers,
where the sky will be filled with stars.
 
2020.11.14.

The Song of the Alamo

The leaves of summer
are all withered.
The nights of joy
are nothing to me.
 
I will die without a kiss,
without a sweet smile
and I go back to heaven
by loving.
 
The world wakes up,
the sun heats up,
the earth calls to me—
it calls to me because
 
because you are not here,
because you do not know,
because you are far away,
far away from me.
 
~~~~~
 
I will die without a kiss,
without a sweet smile
and I go back to heaven
by loving.
 
The world wakes up,
the sun heats up,
the earth calls to me—
it calls to me because
 
because you are not here,
because you do not know,
because you are far away,
far away from me.
 
2020.11.13.

Nevada Smith

In your eyes
is the world I want
but my name
is now Nevada Smith.
 
There is no peace
for someone like me
who has a rifle
in place of a heart.
 
They know
because I am like this,
they will pay
me, Nevada Smith.
 
I love you
but I will not stay here.
It does not matter
if then I die.
 
Do not try
to restrain me.
Give me a kiss and then
I will go away.
 
When the sun
in a bit will appear,
my embrace
will leave you.
 
In your eyes
is the world I want
but my name
is now Nevada Smith.
 
Perhaps one day
I will return to you
without the hatred that is here
in my heart—
oh-oh-oh in my heart.
 
2020.11.12.

So Very Far Away

So very far away,
so very close by,
there is some place for us
in which to make dreams.
 
So very far away,
so very close by,
there is a day to await
what will come, what will come.
Hoping,
asking,
and if there is no destiny
what you hope will come to be.
Believe.
 
So very far away,
so very close by,
there is a place to dream,
there is a day to live.
Believe
always.
Believe.
 
~~~~~
 
what you hope will come to be.
Believe.
 
So very far away,
so very close by,
there is a place to dream,
there is a day to live.
Believe
always.
Believe.
 
2020.11.11.

The Hand of the Lord

You are a man and can never cry,
that is what she said.
Then she went away from us, she left us.
If my mother left us like that,
inside of me I thought, who knows,
why she never takes me with her?
 
The hand of the Lord is so great
it will bring her back to me
but heaven has given me nothing back
until I had you.
 
You, like my mother, you go away one day.
I taught you to love and you go away,
and happiness goes away.
My happiness goes away.
Here I cannot stop myself.
Without you, it does not exist for me.
 
The hand of the Lord is so great
it will bring you back to me.
Heaven cannot deny me everything.
I ask this of you alone.
 
You gave me love and you go away.
I gave you love and you go away
and happiness goes away.
My happiness will return.
I feel it brings you to me.
I see you running to me.
 
My happiness will return.
I feel it brings you to me.
I see you running to me.
 
2020.11.10.

Let's Think About It

(You have no mercy on a poem
that started from the end.
No, don't do that, do not go away.
I'm here, the one you made repent.)
 
Let's think about it in case we are together.
Let's try again,
you said it would all be useless,
and then what is the risk?
 
The clouds are there like diamonds
that search for themselves
and touch and embrace.
They melt themselves and cry like us.
 
(You have no mercy on a poem
that started from the end.
No, don't do that, do not go away.
I'm here, the one you made repent.)
 
Come here, close your eyes, come closer.
Give me one more moment, you want it.
Give me the moment you no longer loved me.
Stay here with me—
with me.
 
Let's try hand-in-hand
setting out
with you on the long path
without separating then, and it leads where it goes.
 
The clouds, if they are clearing up,
embrace languidly.
It is infinite love now I cry
and it rains down on us.
 
(No, you have no mercy, don't go away.
I'm here, the one you made repent again.
There is a bond here going away
if you can stop loving.)
 
Come here, close your eyes, come closer.
Give me one more moment, you want it.
Give me the moment you no longer loved me.
Stay here.
 
(No, you have no mercy, don't go away.
I'm here, the one you made repent again.
There is a bond here going away
if you can stop loving.)
 
(No, you have no mercy, don't go away.
I'm here, the one you made repent.
There is a bond here going away
if you can stop loving.)
 
2020.11.09.

Never Grow Up

A friend is two beers at the bar
speaking little but understanding each other right away.
How are you, how do you want me to be
now that she is no longer my story?
 
A friend is needed when you
have lost at the game
and no longer play
when you are in trouble.
 
A friend, you know, understands you on the fly.
He knows that you've lost her and you feel alone,
that our problems, you know, are the same and we
at any rate never grow up.
 
A friend, you know, is like the guitar
for sailors who dream of land,
a bit like us,
at any rate never grow up.
 
A friend is four beers at the bar,
the heart a bit drunk with life and freedom.
Of course we have thrown away
tickets, you know, for this lottery.
 
An unconscious friend is
an apple with a worm
but never indifferent
when you're in trouble (when you're in trouble).
 
A friend, you know, understands you on the fly.
He knows that you've lost her and you feel alone,
that our problems, you know, are the same and we
at any rate never grow up.
 
With a friend, you go to school and into the military.
He will advise you against mistakes at the altar
but he will be with you
when you regret it.
 
And you can go for a year
without phoning
because life now
goes by bit by bit,
but it is nice to waste time,
to laugh, and not to think
what friends
otherwise are doing.
 
~~~~~
 
When you are in trouble
and did not do it.
 
A friend, you know, understands you on the fly.
He knows that you've lost her and you feel alone,
that our problems, you know, are the same and we
at any rate never grow up.
 
A friend, you know, is like the guitar
for sailors who dream of land,
a bit like us,
at any rate never grow up.
 
2020.11.08.

Amazing Sunday

On Sunday, I will take you out on the lake.
You see it will be a sweeter way to say 'I love you.'
We will ride in a boat,
we might fish as well,
and pretend to be at sea.
 
If you knew, my love, how it pleases me
to leave while Milan is still sleeping.
Seeing it snoozing
and realizing that it is beautiful
before you begin to run and shout.
 
What an amazing Sunday,
the Sunday with you!
Every now and then I eat a flower,
I confuse it with your love.
How beautiful is nature
and how beautiful is your heart!
 
Ooooh!
 
How wonderful to be in the sun,
to feel like a child on an excursion.
Do you want to play?
How beautiful your compliments!
It is strange I no longer want to fish.
 
My love, what terrible hunger!
It must be this unnatural air.
It is beautiful to speak of love
between the fruit plate and the salad
and to tell you what good fortune to have met you.
 
What an amazing Sunday,
the Sunday with you!
Every now and then I eat a flower,
I confuse it with your love.
How beautiful is nature
and how beautiful is your heart!
 
Oo-oo-oo-ooh!
 
What an amazing Sunday,
the Sunday with you!
Every now and then I eat a flower,
I confuse it with your love.
How beautiful is nature
and how beautiful is your heart!
 
2020.11.07.

Siesta

In my village, when the sun beats down on the houses,
all of the people close their eyes and their shutters.
When siesta time arrives, celebration begins for me.
Instead of sleeping, I go walking alone with my love.
 
In my village, when the sun beats down on the houses,
we kiss in the square as if it were midnight.
The white air trembles and burns but, if she speaks to me,
I feel refreshed, I seem to fly, to stay by the seashore.
 
She gives me cherries and lilacs stolen from gates,
and puts crowns of kisses around my hair.
Like a king and queen, we cross the city
but people don't know it.
 
~~~~~
 
She gives me cherries and lilacs stolen from the gates,
and puts crowns of kisses around my hair.
Like a king and queen, we cross the city
but people don't know it.
 
In my village, people don't know it.
In my village, people don't know it.
In my village, people don't know it.
In my village, people don't know it.
In my village, people don't know it...
 
2020.11.06.

The Garage is on Fire

I together with you,
we have flown far
perhaps because
of a crazy passion between us.
 
Pushed by the wind
we landed in a dream
that hid a moon
blacker than ever.
 
And if your heart is beating fast,
it's your old TV.
The garage is on fire,
now only you are missing.
 
That summer I and you,
while I kissed your breast,
you whispered to the world
there is only you.
 
And if your heart is beating fast,
it's your old blue Fender.
The garage is on fire,
now only you are missing.
 
And if your heart is beating fast
with all of my taboos,
the garage is on fire,
now only you are missing.
 
~~~~~
 
I together with you
flew far.
Clearly the reason
was a crazy passion between us.
 
Wings of the dragon
from which to distill gasoline
in order to erase
the memory of you down here.
 
And if your heart is beating fast,
it's your old blue Fender.
The garage is on fire,
now only you are missing.
 
And if the sky turns black
it was not my voodoo.
The garage is on fire,
now only you are missing—
only you are missing—
only you are missing.
 
2020.11.05.

The Sword in the Heart

It was a look of love,
the sword is in the heart
and there it will stay.
You are beautiful at this moment,
more beautiful, now that the wind
takes you away from me.
 
Night, suddenly the night,
the heart that beats
now stops.
The rain still with the sun,
you see who is born
and who dies for you.
 
It was a look of love,
the sword is in the heart.
I feel like I am dying—
dying for you.
 
When you saw it,
you changed,
you lit up.
It's likeable,
it wasn't true.
I'm yours,
it wasn't true.
 
La-la-la, la-da-da, la-da-da-la-la!
 
It was a look of love,
the sword is in the heart
and there it will stay.
You are beautiful at this moment,
more beautiful, now that the wind
takes you away from me.
 
NNight, suddenly the night,
the heart that beats
now stops.
The rain still with the sun,
you see who is born
and who dies for you.
 
It was a look of love,
the sword is in the heart.
I feel like I am dying—
dying for you.
 
2020.11.04.

All That You Are

I stop again
to look at the sky, you know.
I realize
that I have never forgotten you.
I have another affair,
damn little more,
but in my every thought
you are here.
 
I walk slowly,
I walk across the sand to the sea.
I listen closely
to the beating of my heart.
I would like to keep
providing you with love
to tell you
how much I want you.
 
And every look that you have
in my eyes,
your every smile
reflects on my face,
enters into my dreams,
caresses your
breath.
 
All that you are,
all doubts and all troubles,
the soul that you have,
snow in your hair.
In this beautiful silence,
you have me sleeping
to feel if you are here.
 
And sometimes
I stay at home and look outside
of my window
to see if the world still has its colors
but it is gray,
the rain falls down.
It's another winter
and you are not here.
 
And if it is true
I would call you now
pretending
that there is nothing in the gesture—*
just a minute
to tell you how much I want you.
 
And every that look you have
in my eyes,
your every smile
reflects on my face,
enters into my dreams,
caresses your
breath.
 
All that you are,
all doubts and all troubles,
the soul that you have,
snow in your hair.
In this beautiful silence,
you have me sleeping,
I feel that you are also here.
 
You are
in my days.
You are
in my days.
 
For that look of mine you have
in my eyes,
your every smile
reflects on my face,
enters into my dreams,
caresses your
breath.
 
All that you are,
all doubts and all troubles,
the soul that you have,
snow in your hair.
In this beautiful silence,
you have me sleeping,
I feel that you are also here—
oh, you are here—
oooh, oh, you are here.
 
Mmmm, mmm-mmm-mmm, mmmmmmmm!
 
2020.11.03.

Goodbye, Rome

I envy you, the tourist, who arrives
and takes in the sites and the ruins,
then all of a sudden you find yourself
with the Trevi Fountain all to yourself!
 
There is a Roman legend
linked to this old fountain
whereas if you throw in a coin
fate will compel you to return here.
 
And while the coin kisses
the waters of the fountain
your song in the end
is this one.
 
Goodbye, Rome.
Goodbye, au revoir.
You find yourself at lunch in Squarciarelli,
with fettuccine and wine of the Castelli,
as in the good times that Pinelli immortalized.
 
Goodbye, Rome.
Goodbye, au revoir.
You see yourself enjoying a ride,
and think back on that ciumachella*
who was so beautiful and always said no!
 
I envy you, the tourist, who arrives
and takes in the sites and the ruins,
then all of a sudden you find yourself
with the Trevi Fountain all to yourself!
 
There is a Roman legend
linked to this old fountain
whereas if you throw in a coin
fate will compel you to return here.
 
And while the coin kisses
the waters of the fountain
your song in the end
is this one.
 
Goodbye, Rome.
Goodbye, au revoir.
You find yourself at lunch in Squarciarelli,
with fettuccine and wine of the Castelli,
as in the good times that Pinelli immortalized.
 
Goodbye, Rome.
Goodbye, au revoir.
You see yourself enjoying a ride,
and think back on that ciumachella
who was so beautiful and always said no!
 
~~~~~
 
You see yourself enjoying a ride,
and think back on that ciumachella
who was so beautiful and always said no!
 
Goodbye, Rome!