Italain version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/17/poesiaultima-scelta/
I understood one thing:
it is the last choice that matters:
it is not the first love, but the last.
In short, what you keep forever.
“The last will be the first”, in fact.
It is not, therefore, the first choice that matters,
the last one counts,
For all life,
or in any case for that period,
that makes you convinced.
It is not the first exam that counts,
but the last one,
the one that brings you to graduation.
If the first love is never forgotten,
the last is forever.
In short: it is the last choice that counts:
we should be happy to be someone’s last choice,
not the first.