Tratto da: "CICLO DEGLI ARDORI"

THE CLOUD

And while I am looking 

at the sky,

a passing cloud, 

with a soft

blue pastel colour,

attracts my attention.

She smiles 

and soon finds

a good feeling 

with me.

She hears my heart 

and points it

of a blue colour.

She would like 

to speak 

blue words to me,

but it is too late, 

now the blue cloud 

is so far 

from horizon,

confused between 

the blue of the sea

and the sky.

I cannot see her, 

but my heart

now is blue.

I'll return 

to see the sky.

I'll wait, ...wait until 

she returns

to colour my life blue.