I know your road,
every step you will make,
your closed anxieties and the emptinesses,
stones you will dismiss
without ever thinking that,
like rock, I return in you…
I know your every breath,
all you do not want.
You know well you do not live,
you cannot recognize it,
and it would be as if
this fiery sky
were to fall back within me
like a scene on an actor…
For love,
have you ever done anything
only for love?
Have you ever defied the wind and
cried out,
divided the heart itself,
paid and bet again,
behind this obsession
that remains only mine?
For love,
have you ever run breathless
for love,
lost and started again?
And you have to say now
how much of yourself you have
committed,
how much you have believed
in this lie,
and it would be as if
this river in flood
rose up again to me
like Indian ink to the artist.
For love,
have you ever spent everything,
reason,
your pride, up to the tears?
You know tonight I remain.
I have no pretext,
only an obsession
that is still strong and mine
inside the soul you tear away.
And I tell you now,
sincere with myself,
how much it costs to know you are not mine,
and it would be as if
all this sea
drowned in me.