Click here for italian/original version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/16/poesia-bruciamo-parigi/
Let’s go away from here,
take me to France,
when I see you, I’m in trance.
Give me your cheek,
I want to give it a french kiss,
You it’s all I miss
So I’m writing this.
Give me a smile without a trace,
I want to see it again on your face…
One more time.
Here italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/14/poesia-damore/
Even if I try not to,
I often think about you.
Now it’s like I shoul be ashamed about my feelings,
because somehow I hurt you, like sibilings.
We did that to each other,
even if I’m not your brother.
I try to distract
But it’s all abstract…
All these distractions,
to try to forgert about my actions…
They don’t work…
I had good intentions,
because solitude and pain are my nations.