You won't be able to forget me
because I don'i want it,
it is useless for you to try
to erase the memory
of that clear afternoon
when, to the sound of my begging,
you left in my mouth
a rosary of kisses.
Of your whole life
I am the only master,
you will see me, when you sleep,
coming close to your bed,
and you'll feel that, in the path
of your bright red lips,
I go paying for the gift
of your warm kisses.
To condemn me to oblivium
is a worthless chimera;
like the sun in the rivers
my soul goes in your veins,
and your love, which is my life,
although you may not believe it,
will live as long as I live,
will live when I die.
You won't be able to forget me,
you will love me secretely,
it's not necessary
that you to say anything
for me to understand it
because, always, on looking at me,
your silence will tell
that once again you want
to give me a rosary of kisses.