I would carry you in the wind
And your hand slips
I will then invent a name for you
I can call you cloud
And in the meantime I look at what time it is
The sky will be far away
Fantasizing with the harmony of your hair I take flight again. In the warm wind the air that I breathe already smells of us I love you but you are not there you are
In the warm wind the sadness goes away
Only poetry remains but here I forgive myself
If you are not there
I love you but you are not there,
Not you are there.
In your eyes they get lost
African moonlit nights
Of sailors and gypsies
Hearts of free people
And in the meantime I look at the phone
She will have returned home
Imagining I will wait for you
Maybe today you feel alone.
In the warm wind the air I breathe already smells of us
I love you but you are not there you are
In the warm wind the sadness goes away
Only poetry remains but here I forgive myself
If you are not there
I love you but you are not there,
Not you are there.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI