Benvolgut

Dear, let me guess
that, despite the fact that we have not enjoyed an official presentation,
more or less, as well as me, you know
of my existence, of the things I do.
Dear, I admit it, what will I do, coward of me,
it's not like you're my favorite topic every afternoon,
yours are the promises that no one will keep anymore,
your nights when the phones didn't stop ringing.
But I did see you on records that in the end you didn't take
and some what a wonder, and some you will never have far enough,
dear, and in a smile that she makes alone while walking
and in that old photo forgotten in a drawer:
you have parked a van taking advantage of the privileged view of a city.
You point to the Romanesque apse of a cathedral and you are young and strong!
And feel eternity before you!
And, dear, don't even suspect that people like me
we are waiting

And how nice you look, and how bad it must have been,
and I imagine it - or I try to - and I assure you that I understand
that even today, without a remedy, everything wobbles for a second
when a friend, in good faith, says your name.
But I want to think that everything is fine and that you don't miss those times,
that even when you remember you don't know why but you are happy
and you're seeing things around the world that you're liking so much
and you appreciate that between the two of you you made me grow up hidden.
Hidden in lies, in scheming doubts,
in every fleeting intuition of a better life,
hidden in "we are too young to be too clear about anything",
hidden in "I don't know what it is, but baby, I can't breathe."
Oh dear, how strange if you were hurt one day
my love, my luck, my hands
or my finger tracing his spine!
Beloved, who has arrived and wants to stay!
Alas, these fingers, they are not simple, from people like me
that was waiting

Dear, I'll leave it here, I know you're a busy man.
I guess it's time to say goodbye to waiting
not to have worked too hard, not to have looked like a madman,
may the force be with us, goodbye, see you forever, good luck!
In case we meet one day, I apologize, I know myself,
I'll be a serious man, I'll wait right behind
while you tease him, "I see you're looking high now,"
while you claim to be much more elegant.
We'll say goodbye and leave and she'll tell me she saw you old
and, step by step, you will be so far
like the cretin who before entering History touched his ass
tearing it against the trees next to a high school.
Alas, my poor fellows, how they had been frightened,
if you go into the bushes, you and I come out saying
"hey here gentlemen we are waiting.
Guys, make room,
that we are waiting for."