Marmellata #25

Your shoes are still here,
but you're already gone,
there's still your share of money in the bank,
but you're no longer here!
There's still your crumpled pink license,
and in your drawer a book read and a blue winston...
...I smoked it!
There are your torn stockings from the night you got drunk,
there's still on the piano a blue scarf,
there are your cards, your perfume is still in this house
and right there, where I imagined you...
...you were there!
Ah! Since Senna doesn't race anymore...
Ah! Since Baggio doesn't play anymore...
Oh no, no! Since you left me too...
...it's not Sunday anymore!
and you don't forget, you don't think, you don't think anymore!
Your shoes are still here
but you didn't pass by
I explained to the neighbors laughing that you're no longer here
a boy in the courtyard hugs and kisses his girlfriend
right where I met you...
...you're not here anymore!
Ah! Since Senna doesn't race anymore...
Ah! Since Baggio doesn't play anymore...
Oh no, no! Since you left me too...
...it's not Sunday anymore!
and you don't forget...
Now I live alone in this dark and desolate house
the time that gave love I keep it just for me
every time I think of you I eat pounds of jam...
the one you used to hide from me...
...I found it!!