Ti ricordi quella volta…tu lo sai che non mi basti mai
Do you remember that time…you know that I never have enough
The older that I get, the more that I wish I could return to the past and enjoy it all over again. Then I realize how much I love those from the past and every time I see them, I return to that happy place…
Ti ricordi quella volta
noi due distesi giù in cortile a casa tua
soltanto il cielo e la tua mano sulla mia
e tutto il mondo intorno a noi
Tu lo sai che non mi basti mai
vieni qui così vicino a me
solo tu, tu non mi basti mai
Any fool can rely on luck, but only the wise combine it with chance.
Knowledge cannot fathom or explain the truth that emotions show so simply.
Something exists,
a cure, a sate,
for my surges of impatience,
my precarious desires,
and lack of contentment…
but I fear that they cannot coexist.
I am content.
I’m in fact so far from happy that I think I forgot what happy is.
It’s really depressing.
When I was happy, I couldn’t remember what it was to be content.
When I am content, I can’t remember what it was like to be happy.
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
senza tema d’infamia, ti rispondo.
I envy the birds, flying so free,
high upon the sky so gracefully.
Without a care, a doubt, a fear,
they glide through the air,
with their lives under their wings.
flowing with the wind,
instead of resisting it.
Wholly enjoying their homes,
that which are the whole world.
The best happiness is found in seeing others happy. Share the love.
Life has subsided and boredom has struck,
I have returned mostly to my old self, but,
there are so many things that I wish,
I had done before…I returned.
Loneliness, boredom, sadness,
tears alone in an empty room,
nobody to wake me up…like there used to be:
the abhorred feelings of regret and disillusion,
from awakening at 3 PM with dreams of entrapping bewilder,
from exponentially late nights, ever close to dawn.
Freezing cold and shivering in a warm house,
yet warm and content outside…without a jacket in the Winter chill.
The nostalgia and loneliness,
creeps in unexpected every week or so,
usually sparked by contextual music,
piquing my flawless memories.
The feet of Winter wasteland covering up the leaves of Fall with countless layers of snow,
enthralling my remembrances into vague and fading moments…
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
What hurts the most was definitely being so close…
But that was my mistake…
NEVER forget anything, for someday, memories will be all that you have.
