La signora di 30 anni fa

My indiscreet heart
still does not find peace,
always more awake and restless
does not resign to its age.

Today it reminded me,
in great secrecy,
of a lady from
thirty years ago.

In nineteen hundred and nineteen,
dressed in voile and chiffon
I met you, I don't remember where,
in the street or at a cotillion ball.

I remember the eyes, only the eyes,
lightly marked with blue pencil,
then I swore to love you eternally.
You were called... I don't remember anymore.

Then I took you... I don't remember where,
and you told me... I don't remember anymore.
In nineteen hundred and nineteen
you were perhaps called... youth.