I held your hand until the end

The winter has stolen you
Before going away
I cry under this sun
But there’s no way to see your face

Don’t know where is your soul
I’ve got only an image
Just before your last breath
I saw an half smile on your face

And I am nothing
And I am no one
But I can put this rose in your hands
To say to all
The gods above
I will be your grandson forever

And only saying these words I’m proud

There’s nothing to console
To stop this bleeding more
I’ve got only a thought
I held your hand until the end

And every drop of pain
That through your moans I heard
Remember was the same
For me and for you until the end

And I am nothing
And I am no one
But I can put this rose in your hands
To say to all
The gods above
I will be your grandson forever

And only saying these words I’m proud

I know that will remain
So many gorgeous days
For us in to this place
Not only dim grey memories

So why I can’t accept
This so natural path
And I remain so stretched
Over your grave ‘mong memories?

(dedicated to my beloved granny dead on 8th February 2010)

Pensieri su di te...

Trai pendii assolati delle tue Coste
ogni brezza sarà tua dolce memoria

Il fuoco allegro d’inverno
nell’angolo amato di casa:
il segno immortale di te
e dei tuoi racconti antichi

Ricordarti sarà come scrutare
l’imbrunire dolce di una vita
che mai diverrà vera tenebra
nella luce del nostro amore

Ogni volta che la tua assenza
ci coglierà impreparati
riconosceremo il tuo respiro
nel tiepido vento dell’ovest
e asciugheremo le nostre lacrime
nell’aria pura del tuo nome

E quando il sole si rifletterà
sui vetri delle tue finestre
scorgeremo la tua immagine di luce
su ogni pellegrina nuvola del cielo