You didn't know how to accept* me
Not paying attention to my life: this monastery. I have
in front of me, a door standing ajar
On a possibility
Even if I have to start all over again
You, who has not believed my loneliness
Ignoring its cries, its rough angles, I have
Inside my heart a tiny thread
A filament of the Moon
Which hangs a diamond that wears itself down
But that loves
I have not chosen to being it
But it is there, "The Innamoramento"
Love, death, perhaps...
But suspending time for one word
All dilates and yields to everything
And it is there, "The Innamoramento"
Its whole being imposes itself on us
To maybe finally find an echo...
You who did not you see the other side of...
My memory condemned at the gates, I have
completely buried the treasures from the past
Wounded years
Do you understand that I will have to stop...?
Me, who no longer looked at the sky, I have
In front of me this door standing ajar, but
The unknown has hurt more than a heart
And one's soulmate
We hope for it, we wait for it, we even flees from it.
But we love nonetheless