Because sometimes life is a dream…and we go living beyond the stars…Because we have the right to live, really live twilights…Because…we can feel abandon with every breath of air we inhale…Sometimes, we have those words in our hearts…We long to set them free, to make them known…We no longer suffer…only in distance…Yet we have completely lived…and there is no regret in that…

La mia vita s'affatica invano affamata.
Amo ciò che non ho. Tu sei così distante.
La mia noia combatte coni lenti crepuscoli.
Ma la notte giunge e incomincia a cantarmi.
La luna fa girare la sua pellicola di sogno.

Watched by every human love…So we ascend, towards the castle of the sky….where along the white road, along the marble columns…we feel again…the warmth of familiar souls and kind feelings…The sea is silent tonight…so I’ve heard you say…Sometimes…I can see it…not with my eyes, but with my soul…As if I could remember…how the light in my chest was brought to life…

Le stelle più grandi mi guardano con i tuoi occhi.
E poiché io ti amo, i pini nel vento
vogliono cantare il tuo nome con le loro foglie di filo metallico.


Oh, our feelings always remain our own…So do our dreams…We fall behind the ones we love…we watch them in distance…we speak to them in our dreams…One day, your heart and mine will be nothing but star dust…it is then when our essences will mingle, my love…it is then when we will truly feel we have met one another…For you see…I love you…But that you don’t know…You are not like me…You watch the magic of the twilight…but you were never there…you were never there with me, in that world…Slaves are only those who never chase for dreams, who never once desired the impossible…who never once wished to give their lives for the realization of a hope…Slave is the one who thinks we live between borders, slave is the one who thinks he does not believe in the essence of all creation…slave is the one who never wished upon a falling star…Slave is the one who is afraid to love with abandon…Slave is the one who cannot hear the whisper of another tender heart…He is a slave, the one who does not believe in the magic of the human soul…who thinks we cannot grow wings and fly…I think you are not a slave, my love…for you taught me all these things…And sometimes, when your head seeks for my chest…I wish I could receive you…hold you tight and tell you it is all right…For I would give you the world, should you ask for it…The beauty of everything is that we can surely see it…Be it in flowers or in the soft clouds…We can feel the taste of happiness just by smelling the wind…For the wind has your fragrance to me…Everything is you in me…Sometimes, everything sinks in you…And you envelop everything…

Non t'amo come se fossi rosa di sale, topazio
o freccia di garofani che propagano il fuoco:
t'amo come si amano certe cose oscure,
segretamente, tra l'ombra e l'anima.

T'amo come la pianta che non fiorisce e reca
dentro di sé, nascosta, la luce di quei fiori;
grazie al tuo amore vive oscuro nel mio corpo
il concentrato aroma che ascese dalla terra.

T'amo senza sapere come, né quando, né da dove,
t'amo direttamente senza problemi né orgoglio:
così ti amo perché non so amare altrimenti

che così, in questo modo in cui non sono e non sei,
così vicino che la tua mano sul mio petto è mia,
così vicino che si chiudono i tuoi occhi col mio sonno.


We long…for being complete…we long…for the feeling of belonging…But we are alone…We cannot receive love…Sometimes…I think…if I love you…it is enough…But that kind of love is only self-flattery…I would only love myself this way…So then, I write to you things I do not mean…so that I can hide my love…and nourish yours…So that I can receive you…So that I can really feel you…
Maybe, one day…I will be changed…I know what is written in my stars…Maybe…at the end of all this, at the end of so many lifetimes…one day, in the shell of darkness...you will let me be part of you…part of your everything…