UmiJuvariel

All these wishes going unheard; Where do they go? To the stars? Maybe to heaven? Or maybe, they disappear, Like wisps of dreams. Sogno di un piccolo sogno, forse di mi, E io sarò la tua ninna nanna Nelle notti quando è freddo, Il mio amore. I would catch your wishes, And write my name upon them, If only to have them travel Back to your heart. Would you see me then? Ti vedo adesso, mio amato! Tu sei il mio desiderio, Il mio sogno, Il mio cuore; e sono per sempre tuo.

This lonely sidewalk where you lay is as cold as ice, The concrete bruised in fuchsia and rust. I imagine that when they scrape you from it, More than just your blood will be left, my friend. You asked me once, to write you kindly, With eloquent words to hide your faults and maladies, But I find that in your end, polished words fail. I will write you as simply as you lived, my friend. The day, itself, started simply enough anyway, A baguette and café au lait for the road. You and I spoke of better days, and laughed; O! If only to hear that melody once more, my friend. We made our way to Les Deux Magots, You said a macaroon w