Tu Fotografia
Gian Marco
Your Photograph
I wake up in your photograph
I wake up and there you are always
In the same place and every day
The same look, the same ray of light
The color is not the same as before
Your smile almost faded
And even though it's not noticeable in black and white
I don't despair
I use my imagination
No one has a pact with time
Nor with forgetfulness and pain, oh oh
If you disappear, I find you
In the same corner of my room
Every day that goes by, I think of you and look at you again
Everything in its place, the past, present
In the dust, my fingers come together
And I want to have you changing with me
I haven't moved your photo or the time in the years
If you speak to me from afar, try to warn me early
And thus control myself
I wake up in your photograph
Every day I invent an attitude
And even if you're not clear, I invent you
In my thoughts
In my heart
No one has a pact with time
Nor with the dew of the flower, oh oh
If you disappear, I find you
In the same corner of my room
Every day that goes by, I think of you and look at you again
Everything in its place, the past, present
In the dust, my fingers come together
And I want to have you changing with me
I haven't moved your photo or the time in the years
If you speak to me from afar, try to warn me early
And thus control myself
And thus imagine
That I have you here
