Even beautiful things
come to an end,
but if they are
worth remembering,
their beauty will not fade
over time and will
continue to illuminate
our world and our lives.

I don't want to fall asleep
because I dreamed that I was
lost in the desert and I was
wandering looking for you,
until I fell into an abyss
and only when
I woke up did
I find you again.

I wish that every gesture
of mine for you
could be transformed
into a sentence capable
of expressing my feelings,
so that I could write you
an entire book of
love poems every day.

When I feel surrounded
by the emptiness of solitude,
I just have to close my eyes
to smell your scent
and imagine you
next to me
in the fullness
of our paradise.

Whether I speak
or remain silent,
whether I move
or remain still,
when I look at you
there is nothing that
can hold back
my communication of love.

I hear around me a lot
of indistinct chatter that forms
the background to my day,
of which nothing reaches me,
of which I remember nothing,
because I can only concentrate
on your words
from last night.

I watch the raindrops fall
like tears on my eyes
and my vision blurs
as my mind goes back
to remembering the happy past,
when every day was
lit up by the sun of
your gaze and your smile.

Every time I think of you,
the space around my mind
takes on a different hue,
because the emotions
you arouse in me
are the primary colors
of my inner world and
light it up with every shade.

Your voice
reaches my ears
like the most
heartbreaking
of melodies,
to which my sighs
harmonize in the creation
of infinite love songs.

I would go to the top
of the world for you,
to let my gaze extend
to the farthest horizon,
imagining watching
your profile defined
against the sun,
wherever you are.

My life with you is like
a perpetual flight, in which
I feel suspended in midair
and from the heights
of a clear sky I look
at the rest of the world,
which appears so tiny and far
away down there.

I can no longer look
at the full moon
with the same eyes I used
to look at it with yours,
when it seemed infinitely
bigger, brighter and warmer,
leaving me enchanted
for an entire night.

I'm used to hearing your lies,
with which you delude those
who want to believe you:
time may perhaps
unmask the liars,
but it will never
be able to remedy
their moral damage.

In all this time
there's not a day that
I've not thought of you
and there's not a day that
I've not cursed having done so,
because my thoughts have
idealized you, distancing me
irremediably from reality.

The jewels I have given you
are the stones of my existence
on which I have
carved your name
and which lie in the bed
of the torrent of my memory,
waiting for the current
to slowly carry them away.