Vorrei

I would like to know the smell of your country,
walk from home in your garden,
breathe in the salt and May smells in the air,
the aromas of your sage and rosemary.
I would like all the elders to greet me
speaking to me about the weather and days gone by,
I would like all your friends to talk to me,
as if we had always been friends.
I would like to meet the stones, the streets, the doorways
and the patches of wall pellitory,
the stripes of snails in their shells,
understand all the looks behind the shutters

and I would like it
because I am not when you are not there
and I am left alone with my thoughts and I...

I would like to travel alone with you always,
discovering what there is to discover around
to tell you and then be told
the meaning of darkening and your rejoicing;
I would like to return to the places I have been,
explain to you how everything is then different
and to be explained by you what has changed
and what new flavor the universe has.
See Istanbul or Barcelona again
or the sea of a remote Cuban beach
or a crevice in the Apennines where resonates
among the trees a worn and simple north wind

and I would like it
because I am not when you are not there
and I am left alone with my thoughts and I...

I would like to stay forever in one place only
to listen to the sound of your speaking
and watch amazed the launch, the grace, the flight
implicit in your simple walking
and stay silent at the sound of your voice
or talk, talk, talk, talk to myself
forgetting the time too fast
or hide in two nonsense that I am moved.
I would like to sing the song of your hands,
play with you an eternal forbidden game
that today remained today without tomorrow
or tomorrow could reach for infinity

and I would like it
because I am not when you are not there
and I am left alone with my thoughts and I...