'Tonight it will be raining'
Tonight it will be raining
but my heart will be dry.
The 24th of November 1985,
my wife Ruth died.
I have no link. I do my cooking.
Am I happy? Well
I try to be.
I carry on. I listen
'The long and winding road',
but, oh, I don't know the words.
One road in
one road out.
Is there a future out there?
No, honestly, there isn't.
But, I am not depressed.
I am just
fed up,
to be truthful.
It doesn't look very good
at the moment.
At the other extreme, memory:
from the very moment I saw her
my heart fell in love
with her feet.
She walked in the garden,
kicked off her shoes
and run on the wet grass.
I think that the golden valley
is the most beautiful place
in my heart,
with its castles, its fortresses of
passion and rancour.
Somebody seem to love it.
Erminia Passannanti, 16/4/2002
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