BALLAD OF LOST LOVE
Sempre i 17 anni, sempre l’iglese e il corso di scrittura creativa. Questa volta il tema è la guerra, come essa cambia chi vi partecipa, tanto che i cari lo perdono anche da vivo. E’ una ballata molto pacifista, scritta con la solita pessima metrica, ma con molto sentimento.
BALLAD OF LOST LOVE
In the last battle I lost my love It ’s sad and dark the sky in this rove I’m looking for news or for a body, Has someone seen my blond Rody? Please, hot wind, that know all love words, tie him to my memory with your ropes. Please, cold wind, that play with my true fears, grab him by his hair, hold him with my tears. I miss his green eyes, digging with his beaming my poor soul his unique gaze used to flow on my skin printing intagible marks none peeler is better with his barks. I hope none killed his smile I could recognize it from a mile liquid mercury is in my tummy with his beaming smile, rise’s sunny. Please war give back his hands to me that gave me a pleasure that you can’t see ; caressing my skin silent blazes burst. not burning wrapped by his hands each night’s curst! Where’ s his breath, trembling on my shoulder? In our timeless nghts it was lust’s border. Strumbling on my neck it showed mildness, I pray war hasn’t broken it with hardness. I mour more for his blooming rose, red lips in an indifferent pose. they were blessed giving me honey: a kiss ’s a treasure without money. Now at the end I discover the truth: it’s the worst testimony this bew! Can tis blood be the end of my rove? Can a killer remember what’s love? He killed women and children pitylessly, now he can look at me only kindlessly. There isn’t smile on the soldiers’ face. I need the tasty sweetness of a race.
