Long summer nights, thrown against the walls of time
Salty of sea breeze and tears
Wrapped up in waves of foamy water, under a red moon
Lazy Burraco afternoons, waiting for a new sunset
Slow conversations sticking on sugary tables of limoncello
Yellow patches dried up like sunny circles of regrets
Glorious mornings of awakenings, inside espresso cups
Smiles like “it’s always Sunday tomorrow”
Sparkles of light from jewellery and squashed cans
Glitters of momentary glitches in the system of life
Collapsing in wet castles of sand and tellina shells
Ferragosto of endless lunches and new friends
Hearts beating against notes, sung at the top of our lungs
Landing on pieces of glass and soul fragments
My mother’s eyes twin lakes of love, smiling reflections of forever
Holding my father’s hand in timeless promenades
I still see them, infinite tenderness of silent words
Everlasting
You were not here yet, wrapped up in the dream of tomorrow
Sculptured in marble memories
Encapsulated axes of a cylinder with curvilinear memories
Meeting at the origin of all those dreams, all those times,
When I was waiting for you!
