Riverside

E' just a whisper
the river of all that I have not told
and flows silently
in the bed of my dreams lethargic,
addentrandosi
in the labyrinths of my restless dreams,
dove t'incontro di sfuggita,
where I try to rincorrerti
unsuccessfully
before I wake
and rediscover more
you're not there.
E' only the stunt
of my despair
the boat on the river slips away,
on board with my pain,
crazy boatswain
which still persists
looking for you,
over a horizon
that never reaches.