Shot 67B

TO NEVER BE FORGOTTEN

From a lost time,

to this place, tonight it has come

a discovered memory to stay with me.

From a distant time

to this part, tonight it has come

another forbidden memory

forgotten in absent-mindedness.

Sentimentally, to cure it,

I am going to stay with you forever.

But  lately I might find you

while in the meantime I disguised myself within the crowd.

Sentimentally ours for now

is the wine that forgetfulness  has destroyed

and if the wind brings me back to your shores

it will be serenely asleep,
it will be serenely asleep.

From a distant time,

to this place, lost it has come,

without knocking at my door,

snooping memory.

From a forgotten time

a wet memory has come

of an afternoon of drizzle within your entangled  hair.

As in every time when the roles change

I am going to fall asleep on your waist

and if I awaken by the pompous day

let me stay a bit in your heights.

Why counting the time that is left?

Why counting the time that has gone?

If living is a gift and a present,

half open, half asleep

half awake, half asleep.

I just know I don’t know anything about your life.

I just hung one time in the past.

I presented my credentials to your smile

and you thrust a dagger on my flank.

I can see now I didn’t let you play with fire,

we just whispered things to each other’s ears.

And if one morning I shall find you

It will be possible, it will be asleep

It will be possible, it will be asleep.

And if one morning I shall find you

It will be possible, it will be asleep

It will be possible, it will be asleep.

While you watch