Lo strano percorso [English translation]

There's a time for longed kisses, desired

among the desks of the 1^ B

large eye-glasses, always the same ones, a little too thick

to be appreciated by someone as her

in the hour of Literature

looking at her reflecting

on the trap-questions of the teacher

do not fall for them, (my) love, no!

There's a time for the first strained insecure sighs,

until the embarrassment goes away,

with synchronism of the movements, with slow gestures

known only in theory,

as in fairy tales,

up above the clouds,

convinced that that moment will last

from there to eternity ...

The strange path

of each one of us

which neither a great book a great movie

could never describe

for how complicated it is

and unpredictable

for how in a second everything can change

nothing stays as it is.

There is a time for the silence-assent, solid and dense,

of those who have issues no more now

already spoken sentences, already re-heard in 1000 episodes

of a soap-opera on TV

may be the habit

may be that it seems useless

to look for, since at the end it's all here

for everyone it's all here ...

The strange path

of each one of us

which neither a great book a great movie

could never describe

for how complicated it is

and unpredictable

for how in a second everything can change

nothing stays as it is.

There's a time for something onto (your) face, like a smile

of which there wasn't yesterday and today is there

it seemed now far and away, lost forever,

instead it has come back with you

with you that make (my) heart beating, that make live

the time, for all the time to come

in the time to come ...

[ref.]