I am...
I'm the one who yesterday,
the one who, with harmonies,
songs and laughter
used to fill the countryside,
drunk on the sun...
I'm the one who saw
the kiss of a pair of eyes,
cool and clear,
the colour of hope,
embroidered with love.
The one who all through the night
in the drops of dew,
gazed at the stars
and used to kiss a figment of imagination...
I am...
I'm the one in the past,
the one who, on golden evenings
placed baby kisses
on your
sun tinted curls...

And today I return to see if there is
that laughter here...
if there is that glow,
of those eyes that I saw...
if the illusion has fled
or in your arms remained,
because never missing you,
I was happy...

I am...
I'm the one who dreamed of
creating to crown his head
a shining anthem
of lyrical voices,
and they're trembling...
I am...
I'm the one who as I passed by,
bunches of white lilies
timidly placed
in silence at the foot
of a white balcony...
the one who in the evenings
with my hand in your hands
intent upon a caress
used to babble out a song.

English translation by Paul Bottomer ©

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