I CRY EVERYDAY BECAUSE I MISS YOU.

THINKING ABOUT YOU.


I did a huge mistake.
I made it right,
But it was still a huge mistake.
I posted this same photo,
With the thing I'm going to write below in my other fotolog.
So?
Well,
The other fotolog is public,
Everyone who knows knows it,
And what will happen when they see my declaration of love?
AND in English?
Exactly.

I'm here at last,
But I still miss you,
I still think of you EVERY single day that passes.
And I wait for a word,
For you to connect,
For you to write me an email.
But with you away,
And so close to me
(In Italy,
Or thereabouts)
I think more of you.
I'm seriously obsessed.
So I've made a mechanism:
If after a year I still think of you as I do now,
I fancy you a lot.
If after two years I still fancy you,
Then I have a very, very strong fancy for you,
And if after three years you are still in my mind like now,
I love you.


Well...
Here's a poem I wrote as if I were a boy:

ALONE ONCE MORE

Mist hangs over the land,
I stretch out my hand,
Hoping to touch anything,
But I hear a maiden sing.

The land is bare,
So who is there?
I step lightly onward,
Should I play my card?

The mist clears,
But not my fears.
Should I turn round?
I could do it without a sound.

But then she turns around,
And at last my heart is found.
But she is afraid,
She calls for her maid.

She starts to run,
Maybe thinking I’ve got a gun.
I tell her to stop,
But that she does not.

I drop on the ground,
Feeling terribly down.
A tear falls on my glove,
For I’ve just lost my true love.


THINKING ABOUT YOU.


Far away... But still thinking about you.

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