Un Pò Di Più

Ship sirens screamed in the wind
the radio played commercials
lips close together once again
and one more caress...

A ray of sun entered the room
our coats on the armchair
swallowed words and childish looks
and how could I tell you that you were...

More than wine more than bread more
than skin and bones more
than rocks more than grass more
than so much more than everything more...
More than the port more than the roofs more
than winter more than summer more
than the horses in the yard more...
a little more...

A phosphorescent Madonna
fake flowers on the dresser
you searched for tights absentmindedly
and one more day in front of the mirror...

The fridge snored from the kitchen
and you hummed while making coffee
the long morning sadness
and how to shout love that you were...

More than heat more than bed more
than hair and hands more
than the cry of a smile more
than a hundred more than a thousand more...
More than money more than gold more
than the square more than the carousels more
than a month more than a year more...
a little more...

Ship sirens screamed in the wind
and you were a little more... more
more than wheat more than hay more
more than air more than water more
more than the dog in the sweater more...