Donne in amore [English translation]

When you’re going around in the city it is difficult to run into her

but you never lose sight of the bare eyes on the face

from the silence, close and withdrawn voices

are like graffitis on the courtyards walls in the midst of colonial nights

And my grandmother is an oak and she’s on her way

she would rise in a storm

when war is raging she would keep on ironing

without any murky tears

over the cornfields.

Her gowns slightly pulled up

give off a smell like the sea

on the ships of winters that one has to endure

women in love, women in love…..

Then she is still, in a picture

she has a brooch in her heart and it’s my own

she will erase your gaze : it is so

if so she wants it to be

there will be no tenderness, she won’t forgive

she will travel on that truck

alone, alone, alone, alone, imagine…

women in love, women in love