Here for italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/15/finche-morte-non-mi-separi-poesia/
I stay with myself,
serious relationship since i was born.
The only one capable of defining itself 100%,
no one else better than me.
The only one with whom I have truly spent every moment,
with whom I have always been around 24 hours a day.
The only one who really knows each other,
who is capable of looking inside.
The one who constantly fights,
I am in a serious relationship,
I’m tied to me
there is no way to leave me,
to separate me,
to block me.
I stay here, without having a way out of myself.
I should part with myself,
but it is obviously impossible.
Every day is a struggle,
I fight with myself.
I make love with myself,
in the end, we are married to us since childhood.
Finally we are the ones who, before meeting maybe,
I share every joy and pain,
health and disease,
Until death do me part …