Come!When I look at your strawberry mouth
alive with sunlight, how it drives me wild!
When I see you laughing once again.
When I think you’re saying yes to me.
When I talk yo you. When I see you
as something very dear and precious,
as a saint inside a tabernacle,
a pearl they might have stolen from me.
Here, shut in and raving, I think of you,
and I remember only the good days.
You gave me so much love. For a hundred years
you can’t forget the storms, the moon and stars.
I have given you the best of all my longings.
I have felt the fever of my madness grow.
I’ll always say it till the day I die:
You’ve been the only flower of my life.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)