Silvio II

See first Silvio post for background

Of absence and of you



Now the only thing left is for me to regain the
lover's breath
To avoid maps, to keep to myself
to avoid certain streets,
to forget that a certain book was once mine
or to write a song

And tell you that everything's the same
the city, the friends, the sea
waiting, because of you,
waiting, because of you

I keep going to Tete's, week after week
you remember her place
Today she spoke of rifles dispatching dead men
I know she loves me
perhaps that's why
I sense you in her living room
even though you're not here now.
And you can feel it in our conversation
or maybe it's just that I have the impression
of absence and of you,
of absence and of you

I hope there's no disaster in the reasonable crime
of remembering
or in the inevitable flaw
of nostalgia for dumb little things
Like when I stepped on your feet
in the crowd
and we laughed and laughed and laughed,
late nights without going to sleep.
Yes, it's different without you.
Very different without you.

Ideas are bullets these days and I can't
wear flowers for you.
Today, I'd like to be older and wise
and to tell you
what I couldn't tell you here,
to speak as a tree,
shading you.
Like a book salvaged from the sea,
like a dead man that learns to kiss,
for you,
for you