Was flying high in the sky, that gull unhappy. He watched the raging waves calm down gradually, seeking refuge to an endless journey. To the cry for love and tired replied the echo of the wave on earth, and in the middle of a cliff bush he sat down to smooth the feathers, hoping to find in the foamy shores his partner of that much wandering
Era serena, affabile, dolce, la tua voce quando mi parlavi. Era calda, sensuale, decisa, la tua voce nell'amarmi. Sapevaconquistarmi,calmarmi, eccitarmi darmi forza inumana. la tua voce nell'incitarmi.
It was serene, affable, sweet, Your voice when you spoke. It was warm, sensual, determined, your voice in loving me. Could conquer me, calm down, excite me with inhuman strength. your voice inciting me. Now it is quiet, short, detached, inshort talk platitudes, looking for the easy way out to talk less and less. Yet I know that on this It will take you to be still most loved, adored, although more hated than ever.
You asked me to keep silence, perhaps to listen to the beating of my heart. You looked at me in the depths of the eyes in silence and you understood my suffering. You wrote me "My Love, I'll be back to you for taking off so much pain. " Now I'm here, silent, waiting for you and that thou remove the pain of so much distance in a time lost waiting for you.
Combed your long hair just after shower or before you fall asleep, sweet and smiling, to the passage of the comb and my hands clutching your, speaking to us in our silence. Now the comb has been lost, your hair is short, your sleep is no longer smiling and perhaps you would like to sleep in another bed, without being disturbed by a comb that finds knots in your hair and your hands are full to tighten themselves.