Still here wondering and pretending that nothing happened
As if the time for us does not cost the same,
As the the past and present time
wouldn’t have the same salty bitterness.
You don’t know the questions, but I won’t answer
for not dragging the words in an hazardous lingo;
You were beautiful, I know, and you are still so beautiful;
A look and silence say a lot.
If I am here I don’t know what I am and if you want
What I am and what I would be, what I will be tomorrow…
Do not take, do not say anything if you can,
Let your eyes and your hands talk for you.
Do not go… go [away].
Do not stay… stay [here].
Do not talk… tell me about you.
You know, as well as I do, how they [=memories] dissipate,
dragged through the days like a flooded river
A lot of things that seemed and that were believed to be different
as a meadow covered by bitumen.
Remaining still, reeling in emptiness
Cherishing the memories, cuddling the epochs,
It’s a deadlock o a cruel and irresponsible rejection
of the right to be happy
If you are there, what are you? What are you thinking about and why?
I don’t know, you don’t know; are we here or are we parted?
Being everything, a moment, inside you.
Having everything, except the future.
Do not go… go [away].
Do not stay… stay [here].
Do not talk… tell me about you.
We are here, bare, this season is joining
all the things that are still, all the things that are moving;
I don’t know if a new epoch is rising or fading away,
[I don’t know] if now it’s raining or not,
I’m ready to say “good morning”, to reply “good”
To smile “Hello”, to say “How is it going?”
Today is not windy. We stay together, don’t we?
Is there outside still a town?
If it is there, let’s dance in it tonight,
Let’s sing a new song with our friends…
a lot of years, and I’m still waiting for Spring to come
A lot of years, and I’m still completely lost.
Do not go… go [away].
Do not stay… stay [here].
Do not talk… tell me about you.
Do not go… go [away].
Do not stay… stay [here].
Do not talk… tell me about us.