VIEW OF LOVE

Wherever the memory goes

you follow me. 

And he accompanies me. 

I am stigmatized by your absence. 

That with her I grieve and hurt. 

When I want to lose you, 

I would probably have cheated

all the beautiful moments

that we lived together. 

Whoever instead dresses her

aspect of love, 

away from her to live. 

Whoever followed the current

of love and here it goes, 

will walk happy

the ocean of life. 

And if a moment is lost, 

it does not matter, he walked on it. 

And if this moment with another

face is dressed, rather

another person will have met. 

In the unknown even if I push

my hopes, perhaps

deceptively to live with them. 

But I will be betrayed. 

Do not give me the gift of mind

betrayed love. 

I did not agree with her. 

I do not hope in her either. 

I do not see his face

indifferent to the unknown. 

I see with eyes of anticipation

always in hope. 

That I share with her. 

And I bow to it together.