I want you to know one thing

You know how this is

If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch

Of the slow autumn at my window,

If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash

Or the wrinkled body of the log

Everything carries me to you

As if everything that exists Aromas, Lights, metals

Were little boats that sail

Towards those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me

For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad

The wind of banners

That passes through my life

And you decide to leave me at the shore

Of the heart where I have roots

Remember that on that day

At that hour, I shall lift my arms

And my roots will set off to seek another land.

But...

With each day, each hour,
You think that you are destined for more than mere sweetness
With each day a flower cleanse up to your lips to seek me
On my love, On my own, in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished, forgotten,
my love feeds on my immortal beloved and
as long as you live, it will be in your arms

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you If suddenly you forget me

Do not look for me if you forget me

If little by little…