A RAY OF SIGH

My notebook smells of lavender,

here, spring still is present in the cherry blossoms and the dandelions,

serenaded by bees and butterflies,

sad winds, and skies of cloud.

 

My notebook smells of lavender.

It does not care about my silence and solitude,

here, the afternoon fills my room with birdsongs and longing,

longing, longing.

 

My notebook smells of lavender.

Like a kid with stone-filled pockets, I feel I have the universe in mine;

who are you, my love?

What lies under the form of your smile?

Is it alone, as alone is mine?

 

My notebook smells of lavender.

It hasn't been touched in three months, but it still greets me with love;

where are you, my love?

My dreams are always dark, but I do not stop to dream them.

 

My notebook smells of lavender.

It smells of tears and love, as well,

it smells of the sea, though the sea is far away -  

as are you, visitor of my depths.

 

My notebook smells of lavender.

You walk in and out of it,

a song, a kiss on the mouth,

a wave, a touch on the neck,

a vibration in the heart.

 

My notebook smells of lavender.

Here, spring gently goes away - 

as does the youth of my body, 

but I remain,

and I love you,

I love you there, I love you everywhere,

visitor of my depths.