If I look at the crystal moon At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log Everything carries me to you As if everything that exists - aromas, light, metals Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me
Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land
But, if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me With implacable sweetness If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me Ahh my love, ahh my own, in me all that fire is repeated In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten My love feeds on your love, beloved And as long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine
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