Angelo Custode

I wake up in the morning and the tourists in line with sandwiches wait for a ticket to
get in,
inside the museum of ancient art where I work and live, I am the Guardian Angel,
sleepy students yawning at the guides
centenarian professors, cleaning their glasses...
I walk carefully among the Renaissance masterpieces, 'Please!' no photos allowed,
but after closing time finally some peace, I remain alone to stroll,
and talk philosophy with the bust of Plato,
play hide and seek and make a den among the sarcophagi for the pharaoh,

Guardian Angel of the museum, among the statues of the gods,
footsteps echoing in the empty halls, in the silence of the corridors,
Venus found at the bottom of the sea, only I can caress you!

So every night I come to whisper on your lips the emotion of a guardian
in love,
because every time I look at you I would pay a billion to feel you alive and
take you by the hand,
and walk together, until the sun rises,
the Madonna of Leonardo who will give us her blessing,

Guardian Angel of the museum, I who love only her,
marble wonder, under the eyes of the world, always naked and beautiful,
Venus no one will see you, if I take you away far, at the bottom of the sea...

And amidst the applause of the whole museum, we go, you and I
Among the ancient smiles of the happy Etruscans, among the statues of the corridors,
Venus I take you away with me, so we can love each other
At the bottom of the sea.