Quante parole che non dici [English translation]

Things change

Like how the color of the sea changes

When you look at it for hours.

The faces of the people,

The places where you've looked

or wonderful things and then found them,

but why do you want to understand love,

something so hard to decipher?

Father, forgive me,

if I’ve done everything wrong.

It's only the fault of theories.

I'm practical.

I try to float

and to come to terms with logic

Maybe because I need love

or maybe I just need to count.

So many words

that you didn’t say and would like to shout out,

all at once,

all of them, until you feel better.

The sentences add up.

They convert into sums,

laberinths of conjugations.

It’s hard to escape from them.

You run the risk of sinking

into a lake of commas.

But why do you want to explain love?

It’s only two prime numbers to calculate.

So many words,

so many rules and decisions to make.

As time goes on, they’ll explode from within you,

all at once,

all of them, until you feel better.

Flowers bud from your mouth,

pieces of stars,

things that you’ve lost in the nothingness,

traces of you.

So many words

that you didn’t say and would like to shout out,

all at once,

all of them, until you feel better.