Dimestichezze d'amor

As if it were for us, Another moon lights up And unfolds A blank page for the night, Still to be written, As if for us alone Then the night yields But demands words And caresses, Love's familiarities. You, Can you tell me a road, A solitary road, That's ready for us, For us, Who are leaving home To encounter a night That, yielding, looks at us And lets us go by. You, Can you invent a road for me, A solitary road, That's right for us, For us, Who are coming from home To steal from the night A blank page Still to be written. As if it were for us Another moon lights up, But it demands words And caresses, Love's familiarities.