I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved him, sometimes he loved me too.
On nights like these I held him in my arms.
I kissed him greatly under the infinite sky.
He loved me, sometimes I loved him too.
How could I not have loved him huge, still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have him, to feel I have lost him.
Hear the vast night, vaster without him.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.
What does it matter that I couldn’t keep him.
The night is fractured and he is not with me.
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost him.
As though to reach him, my sight looks for him.
My heart looks for him: he is not with me
The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I don’t love him, that’s certain, but how I loved him.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach him.
Another’s kisses on him, like my kisses.
His voice, his bright body, infinite eyes.
I don’t love him, that’s certain, but perhaps I love him.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Since, on these nights, I held him in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost him.
Though this is the last pain he will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for him.
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