You remind me of Milan
and its bizarre face that looks more lively in the winter,
the daily breakthrough
of people leaving, of people coming,
the hottest and thickest part,
my familiarity with this city.
It seems to me that you look like
these Navigli1 covered with mist,
like the seaside of these children
playing close to their sandy memories.
I can find you in the stolen greenness
on the deranged rooftops of this city.
The streets of your own old town,
your shyness, I will walk around there
and then back downtown
I'll feel I am inside your tenderness,
on the train of our thoughts
in the Saturday night of this city.
And beyond your eyes
window panes always letting in some poetry
with this mania of living it all
as if you were about to leave
on different roads
leading out and away from the big city.
You are like the warmth in a breath
that stays close to you when it gets cold
and makes you feel - also in the suburbs
as if you were rich, and makes you feel alive.
I want to hold in my hands
this large Milan and your freedom
I
am about to turn off the lights of this city.
I love you.
I'm coming home with you,
Milan
home with you....
I love you...
Home with you...
1. canals in Milan.