Ad Esempio a Me Piace . . . Il Sud

For example, I like the road
with burnt green, maybe late
darker spots
without dew
with prickly pears and thistle spines

For example, I like to see
the woman in black, in perpetual mourning
on her doorstep
every evening
waiting for the husband returning from the fields

But how to do it, I don't know
If I have to say it, but to whom
If anyone will understand
it will surely be another like me

For example, I like to steal
ripe pears from the branches if I'm hungry
but when I drink
I'm ready to pay
for the water that in that land is more precious than bread

Walking with that farmer
Who perhaps walks the same path as me
talking about grapes
talking about wine
which is still a luxury for him who makes it

But how to do it, I don't know
If I have to say it, but to whom
If anyone will understand
it will surely be another like me

For example, I like for fun
to kick a clod of earth
pass it to some children
who around the fire
sing, play, and make war

Then I like to discover far away
the sea if the sky is darkening
following the light of some lanterns
and once reaching the beach, I like to sleep

But how to do it, I don't know
If I have to say it, but to whom
If anyone will understand
it will surely be another like me

But how to do it, I don't know
If I have to say it, but to whom
If anyone will understand
it will surely be another like me