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.