Your smile weighs on still on the flesh
Now devoid of words, while
Elsewhere the heart careens in search of
The proper rhythms, fearful of losing you.
When the night asks for different breaths
To prevent me from forgetting
The colors wane into the vastness
As if you were asleep.
Then to the silence of memory I turn,
To fend off the darkness that cuts a face
To the image that lived in my veins-
traduzione di Peter Carravetta