Prima ed ultima ferita

Malinconia amorosa
della mia vita,
prima del cuore ed ultima ferita;
chi a cogliere i tuoi frutti
ama l'ombre calanti, i luoghi oscuri,
lento cammina, va rasente i muri,
non vede quello che vedono tutti,
e quello che nessuno vede, adora.

Umberto S.

Until love sucks me back

There's comfort in melancholy

When there's no need to explain

It's just as natural as the weather in this moody sky today

In our possessive coupling

So much could not be expressed

So now I'm returning to myself these things that you and I suppressed

You know it never has been easy

Whether you do or you do not resign

Whether you travel the breadth of extremities or stick to some straighter line

Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger can set up trembling in my bones

I know - no ones going to show me everything

We all come and go unknown each so deep and superficial between the forceps and the stone

We're only particles of change I know, orbiting around the sun

But how can I have that point of view when I'm always bound and tied to someone

I'm traveling in some vehicle

I'm sitting in some cafe

Until love sucks me back that way

from Hejira by Joni Mitchell