so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving.
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
I love you without knowing how, or when,or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness”
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life
Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way
In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving.
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
I love you without knowing how, or when,or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness”
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life
Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way
In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said
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