I want you to know one thing.

You know what it is like: if I look

at the crystal moon, the red branch

of the quiet autumn trough my window,

if I touch you

by the fire

the impalpable ashes or the shriveled firewood,

everything draws me to you,

as if everything that exists:

aromas, light, metals

were small ships

sailing to those isles of yours awaiting me.

However,

if little by little you stop loving me

I will stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

don’t look for me

because I’ll have forgotten you.

If you regard long and hard

the waiving flags

passing trough my life

and you decide

leaving me at your shores’ heart

where I put down roots,

think,

on that day

at that time

I will raise my arms

and I’ll uproot to look for another land.

But

if everyday,

every hour,

you feel you are meant to me

with implacable sweetness,

if everyday

a flower climbs your lips to look for me

Oh! My ladylove, oh mine!

in me that burning is renewed,

nothing is put out or forgotten in me,

your love feeds mine, loved,

as long as you live it will be surrounded by your arms

without leaving mine.