Bittersweet Symphonies

…but with you forever I'll stay

We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold

so put your stockings on, cause it might get cold

Everything dies, baby that's a fact

but maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

Oh, something good tonight

Let it burn

Till I'm a pile of ashes

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.