Povero amore

With that moon that won't reply
with that future that confuses us
with those arms that can't hold you
back anymore
with that road that makes us dream
with our eyes wide open....

Poor love lost, postponed
like a student who didn’t study
like a sailor out at sea
who has no sails left to navigate....

With those letters sent back
with those lips of burning fire
with that rain when
you least expect it
with that winter that makes us
sleep tight together.....

Poor love lost every day
in the hallways of memories
in the agencies of engagements
in the waiting lists of feelings....

.....In the tailors of all the wedding dresses
in that white that looks good on anything
in that white that fits and covers every color
and sometimes even love....

With that moon that won't reply.....

Poor love lost in regrets
and in the words said too late
in the conventions of convents
in the associations of broken hearts.....
.....In the tailors of all the wedding dresses
....and sometimes it even covers love.....

Poor love lost, postponed
like a student who didn’t study
like a sailor out at sea
who has no sails left to navigate
like a girl who runs away
like a promise or a lie
like a defenseless little flower