A punch in the stomach
it would be to hear me say
- I do not love you anymore.
I don't feel anything for you anymore.
You disappointed me deeply.
I should therefore resign myself and
looking for a new face to love?
I don't have a magic wand
to forget you on your feet
and start thinking about another woman!
 
 

As a sailor who has hope of leaving, when he sees
the favorable weather, so now I hope, overcome every obstacle,
to hold you in my arms, there, on the seashore, while
Ionic waves beat lightly on the beach and we, in the light of Selène,
benevolent, excited by the fire lit on the sand, we tell ourselves
the vicissitudes of life and the need for love.

Conservez-vous toujours vos cheveux soyeux aux reflets dorés pour moi aujourd'hui?
Je mourrais si je ne le faisais pas pour moi, mais pour quelqu'un d'autre, peut-être plus jeune et
parfumée.
Je ne pleurerais jamais ta foi violée et les vents contraires.
Oh, votre élégance simple et votre éclat sont les seuls qui m'attendent! Pour toujours!
Je ne pourrais pas m'en passer, même si je le voulais. Oui, je ne le nie pas
Je ne pouvais tout simplement pas, même si je décidais avec ma tête.

Dawn comes and I wake up with a bitter taste in my mouth.
I had a dream
we were together in a desert island,
to finally enjoy a vacation;
you were no longer reluctant and hesitant,
you abandoned yourself in my arms
and you enjoyed so many of my tender caresses
and my endless kisses.
Then the sudden awakening
and the sense of emptiness.
 

Don't whisper the aura,
keep away the branches of the oaks,
do not worry the bushes,
cease to sing the rio rio
and the shrill flounder.
Here, my beautiful nymph appears
and it opens my pink lips.
"I'm here for you" - she says -
"Don't worry, I'll stay as long as you want
and I will never go back,
for your happiness".
Oh, how changed
my sweet tyrant!

If you ask me why
I fell in love with you,
I don't really know what to answer.
Of course, it was not the result of alchemy,
but only magic.
See you and love you at first sight
it was a whole.
I saw other beautiful women,
but the right spring was not released.
With you it was different,
it was, indeed, a magical moment,
a moment that I never forgot
and hypnotized me forever.

Isn't the dream a reality too?
It is not also life lived
just dreaming about it with your eyes open?
Imagining is like meeting you.
It is reality to dream of having you next,
hug you,
kiss you,
talk to you:
believe me.

Larks and goldfinches sing,
cooing tortorellas; the elms
and the poplars slightly shake their branches.
It's a charm, can't you see, dear?
See how the ivy is nearby
he clings to the pine and asks
love and embrace!
Oh, how the fire is about to flow
in my veins! Let me kiss,
first, your feet, ivory jewels!
You grant it and I raise my eyes to your face ...
I see your newly opened lips, of ruby,
I paste mine and breathe your soul!
Oh, isn't this heaven?
Let's plant our tent here and enjoy
what Heaven gives us,
the only nectar of life.

Oh, how I would like to live next to my sweet tyrant,
enjoy the flash of his eyes and hear the melodious sound
of his sayings! Often I gaze at her beautiful face, and feel me
like in heaven. But it upsets my every hope to know that it is far away
my good and such will remain who knows until when. How long can I still tolerate his absence? Not aiming at his beloved and dear face?
Hear the harmony of his voice?

Oh, I wouldn't want the dawn to clear in fog
this is my welcome dream!
You were still confident in life and love,
in the scents of spring, in the clear sky
and drunk with summer sunshine.
You were there waiting to crown your dream
and to live a full life. I was there too
and reasoned with projects for the future
and I watched every movement of your lip, every glow
of your eyes, every sudden blush

On a seated bench, I am aiming at the moon, night sol,
the print of your face and I look for, among the stars, two most beautiful
such as your vague and flashing eyes. To those, who are your imago,
I send you the thousand and one kisses I would like to give to you
in your real beauty.

Our path cannot go
that towards infinite time.
The case or, what is more likely,
fate has united us,
we were two halves
and now we are joined together for eternity.
Immortal souls and resurrected bodies,
lovers here on earth,
they can only "dantescamente"
remain united even in the afterlife
and reflect the love of the Trinity.

Si j'étais un peintre expert, je mélangerais le violet avec le rose,
et des lys, pour représenter votre visage; Je dessinerais tes lèvres tumultueuses
comme deux couronnes de rubis, et vos grands yeux comme deux étoiles de diamant.
Telle est la grâce de ton visage!
Mais comme dernière touche j'ajouterais l'atmosphère d'une femme amoureuse.
J'aimerais ça!

The moon shone
around your milky breast;
a beautiful necklace of dazzling pearls
encircled your tender collapse;
a twisted white gold bracelet
adorned your thin wrist;
a shining robe,
similar to peplos of the Achaean virgin,
you wore, more radiant than flame.
You were a goddess,
you were Aphrodite in person,
when the Càriti and the Hours
they cover it with peplos smelling of flowers
of all seasons,
crocus and hyacinth,
purple and pink,
narcissus and lily.

When the dream
It tends to wear out,
Even hope
It gets dim.
Yet the mind
And the heart holds
Jealously
The image is expensive
Of the loved one.

When you smile, I see pearls grafted onto your two rubies
and striking eyes shine over your beautiful eyes.
I envy Zephyr who ruffles your shiny hair and touches the necklines
of your white breasts, which I dream of as a port of call
of my tormenting passion and my ardent sighs.
But you laugh at me, when you read my torments on my forehead
and my warm love. Then I turn to Heaven to implore
pity to my martyrs.