Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.
He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dotting ones i's rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile, that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to thus follow a dream, those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped, who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.
He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who doesn't reply when they are asked something they do know, dies slowly.
Let's try and avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
I can't feel Feel a thing I can't shout I can't scream Breathe it out Breathe it in All this love From within
I won't cry when you say goodbye I'm out of tears I won't die when you wave goodbye I'm out of tears Out of tears
I won't drink I won't eat I can't hear I won't speak Let it out Let it in All this pain From within And I just can't pour my heart out To another living thing I'm a whisper I'm a shadow But I'm standing up to sing
I won't cry when you say goodbye I'm out of tears I won't die when you wave goodbye I'm out of tears, yes I am I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry I'm out of tears I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why I'm out of tears Out of tears Out of tears
Let it out From within Some you lose Some you win I can drift I can dream Til I float Off your screen And I just can't pour my heart out To another living thing I'm a whisper I'm a shadow But I'm standing up to sing
I won't cry when you say goodbye I'm out of tears I won't die when you wave goodbye I'm out of tears Out of tears I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry I'm out of tears Out of tears I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why I'm out of tears Out of tears Out of tears
