Lake landscape

After the sun,
after life together, and the words,
after all the laughs
and hugs synthetic and concise
imbued with modesty,
night fell,
looming sunset,
and, without noticing,
the color turned yellow,
svanivano,
after a last flicker of light.
As in a lake landscape,
the sun paled
sull'acqua morta della nostra vita,
not yet lived
and already over.
Fili d'erba in controluce,
slender memories
in the evening orphan
whatever tomorrow.