What would we be? What would be waiting for us?
You and me, I would, maybe, but the fear is too much,
I feel like an ear in the wind, full as I am
Of sweet, beautiful, vague dreams tormented by the
Most distressing anxiety.
Days that end with a question mark,
Incomprehensible, dangerous desires, to which I don't know
Whether I can let go, despite wanting,
Oh, how I want, to free myself from this enveloping
And soporific anxiety.
Your eyes, what I saw in them I do not know,
They spoke to me from the first time, when
I looked into them, so different from others.
To you eyes I would like to speak, doing it from the heart, and I would,
To drown in love my sister anxiety.
I am afraid, I would like to act, to break the stalemate, to save
This life in chaos, stop staring at the abyss,
Leap over it to overcome it, return to being
Master of myself. Would this chase away
Anxiety for a good time?
Oh, you are not the answer to the question, this is not
That I find when I meet your gaze,
When we stop talking and what remains
Are the words we don't speak, rare moments
When the anxiety, the anguish, everything disappears,
Everything but you.
A criminal desire, hidden and strong of it,
Ready to explode, smothered by the world.
Hold my hand, look into my face, and,
Please tell me if I have the strength to free myself
From this obscuring, indefinite anxiety.
Be the realization of my hope,
Be the lake into which I flow, be the shooting star
I chase to gather from the ground
An old desire forgotten
By the mind, but not by the heart.