I Giardini Di Marzo

The cart rolled by and that guy shouted: Ice cream
On the twenty-first of the month, our money was already gone
I thought of my mother and saw her clothes again
The prettiest was black, with flowers not yet wilted

After school, the kids were selling their books
I stayed back watching them, trying to find the courage to join in
Then, defeated, I went back to play with my mind and its bugs
And in the evening on the phone, you asked me: Why aren’t you talking?

What year is it? What day is it?
This is the time to live with you
My hands, as you see, don’t shake anymore
And I have in my soul, deep in my soul
Vast skies and immense love
And then again, more love, love for you
Blue rivers and hills and meadows
Where my sweet sorrows run free
The universe finds space inside me
But the courage to live, that’s still not there

The gardens of March dress in new colors
And the young women in that month find new loves
You walked by my side and suddenly you said: You’re dying
If you help me, I’m sure I’ll make it through
But not a word cleared my thoughts
I kept walking, leaving you as yesterday’s actress

What year is it? What day is it?
This is the time to live with you
My hands, as you see, don’t shake anymore
And I have in my soul, deep in my soul
Vast skies and immense love
And then again, more love, love for you
Blue rivers and hills and meadows
Where my sweet sorrows run free
The universe finds space inside me
But the courage to live, that’s still not there