When you arrived
in your suitcase you carried
your father's tears
and your mother's embrace.
Sweet hopes,
innocent dreams;
summer sunsets
and autumn rains.
Winter surprised you,
you gazed confused at the sky
while immense ships
abandoned the port
of your heart.
"At night I discovered
men and women
dream alone,
chasing a reason
to start over.”
And now your soul
seeks the caresses of the wind
awaits the end of time
to live.
Translation from Crescenzi, Marco. Il sentiero sull’acqua. 1st ed., Montedit, 2020
