On board a sailing boat,

me and you in the open sea

free as never before,

in the screeching of seagulls

flying low.

 

Like the wave, my desire

crashes in your desires,

to placate his force

in the extravagance of true love

that you alone inspire in me.

 

Setting free in me, those dreams

hidden in the depths of thought

giving them an outlet from seclusion

that keeps them prisoner of a life

still full of taboos.

 

In a few hours, the sails furled

and the moorings anchored, everything will disappear,

after which, every time the breeze comes

I will remember with melancholy, this love

with no holds on the imagination.

 

(Dalla raccolta “Libero di volare”)