La Casa Triste (Inedita)

In the sad house
that was left empty
where memories
pretend you are mine,
I want to imagine
that you are still by my side
that your beautiful eyes
keep looking at me.

In the sad house
one hears the 'I love yous'
that when ???
found no silence.
And I am not satisfied
with your absence,
it's just that at every step
your presence is missing.

I walk to the living room
and looking at our sofa
I discover that your body
is no longer there.
Your room looks sad
without your morning song
then I understand
that you won't come back.

To the sad house
where we gathered
it dies of sorrow
it dies with me.
The memory is so much
of those mornings,
the space is so much
in that bed.

I have no comfort anymore,
why do I want to live
if the sweetness of your lips
is not here.
Your flowers wither
no longer want to revive,
they miss your caresses
as much as I do.

In the sad house
I have mentioned you so much
since you left
it has lost its charm.
Sad are the walls
and sad are the doors,
this house is sad
since you are dead.