Jewish Tradition Folded Napkin

Solitudes composed

Da qui a sera avrò

tempo per dimenticarti,

o tutto il tempo

per uccidermi in un ricordo.

Da qui a sera,

saranno ore di primavera,

composed of loneliness

as if it were true that you were and you

time does not add up.

A thought in the shape you

moves, like wind,

the branches and leaves.

in Start, in the eternal distance,

watch it go

mentre io, solo per sopravviverti,

a me,solo a me,

nel silenzio della pietra

e nel dove dell'acqua

ritorno.

                                                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                           Beatrice Niccolai

these verses too beautiful not to post them. We also feel my time, especially when they say ch and "you the time that comes around."

Perhaps more than the thought of a love long ago, in the evening, with me knowing that nothing can go ..... that ours is an unbridgeable distance, eternal, in fact.