If you don't remember me

You should be aware of one thing.

You know how it is: if I look at the crystal moon, the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, or the wrinkled body of the log close to the fire, everything carries me to you, as if all scents, light, and metals were tiny boats sailing toward those islands of yours that are waiting for me.

Now, if you gradually quit loving me, I will also gradually stop loving you.

If you forget me all of a sudden, don't go looking for me because I have already forgotten you.

Remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms, and my roots shall depart to seek another country if you, the breeze of banners that blows through my life, decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots.

Oh my love, oh my own, in me all that fire is repeated, nothing is extinguished or forgotten, but if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, then my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without lea
ving mine.