Ens veiem a Folegandros

The open sheets have remained
on the table that maybe
still awaits you in an uncertain return.
The old Kavafis and also
your Poet who in Alghero
moved us beyond the heart.

With me you learned from the sea,
I with you the meaning of each lighthouse
and together we traced a beautiful port
where words and passion,
the gods, some verses, and that body
sheltered dreams and songs.

Now only the music remains, Eudald
ah, if it weren't for the music, Eudald
that opens doors
to so many longings
that fill the heart with anguish.

See how the music sounds, Eudald
we still have the music, Eudald
to move us,
to unite us,
to transform us beyond and further,
further and beyond when...

Love me Alfredo
And let the world spin...
It's so cold in the heart
if you leave us alone.

And so stubbornly we always move forward
for fear of dying of longing and friendship
seeing how the friend leaves...

We live as if not dying
leading this path
to a horizon of infinite absences.
You are there and see me as I come,
give me shelter Eudald, friend,
and we will start the game of old sailors.
In Ithaca the gesture for the beautiful return,
in Amalfi the sheet to leave a name
and in Ponza the place to peacefully live death.
And if tired of eternity
in Folegandros we taste,
you know the square where the World rests...

Ah, if it weren't for the music, Eudald,
see how the music sounds, Eudald,
that puts the air under our wings
and thus allows us to fly...

Ah, may the music never stop, Eudald,
may the music take us away, Eudald,
to move us,
to exalt us,
to transform us beyond and further,
further and beyond when...

Love me Alfredo
and let the world spin...
it's so cold in the heart
if you leave me alone...

so tired and soaked in memories,
we keep inventing that there is a horizon
just to forget death...

A song of longing like a cradle
to caress your heart in the long hours.