Dolce Barbara

On the windowsill of a sunset behind the mists
My melancholies lean out
Tonight, my sweet friend, I'm thinking of you
Of you who maybe are feeling me
On the windowsill of a sunset, mists smell
You know it's not easy to find the words
To find the right door to exit from a pain
You know that humanly we ask ourselves why
This happened to you
That in every sense leaves anger and voids I can't fill
On the windowsill of a sunset, mists shout
This is how I want to remember you
This is how you live inside me
This is how I like to imagine
That you are there, always here
Because you are here
I hope that, I hope so much it can be like this
My thoughts say yes
My thoughts say
I know where you are, you don't need me anymore
But it's me who's seeking you now
Because I would like to understand and my strength doesn't come
On the windowsill of a sunset, mists descend