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Se verrai nella notte

Se verrai nella notte timida come la neve a Dicembre starò dormendo e non potrò salutarti ma sappi che sei sempre stata un crisantemo giallo in questo giardino di amori sconsolati, tu che mai mi hai incatenato e che sempre sorridi quando ti abbraccio. Se tu arriverai...

Should you come by night

Should you come at night as shy as December’s snow I will be sleeping and unable to say hi but know this, you have always been the yellow chrysanthemum in this garden of dejected loves, you that never chained me and that always smile when I hug you. Should you come...

In a Sunday morning

As to avoid solitude we embrace every party every happy hour every time that we feel desperately alone but how much to fill the void and how long ‘til the ecstasy of those adults’ smiles fades away. Not much, they do not last and you keep on drinking that...

In the garden

Do not fear the juicy fruits hanging from the garden’s tree. I am not an enthralling snake and I mean no evil. A taste for the buds to remind you of what you never did, a wet appetite of nectarine and red wine and soft lips and tense legs. Don’t fear the juicy fruits...

If I didn’t miss you

If I didn’t miss you I’d think it was all for nothing. Had a few whiskeys and they tasted like drowned sorrows. Life goes on, ruthless in its linear speed and so do you. I’d rather not love you again for my selfish heart is pumping for you but I need...