MILES

"Miles"(To Lucia Balalová)

You came to me, you came to the door of my eyes,

came through the air literally, like a stone

cut without the aid of hands,

and in all ways your voice, your face

walked to the door of my eyes

miles, miles, miles

along the roads of heaven,

through the corners of the air

miles, miles, miles. The rock

was cut without the help of hands

and the artisan used white color that in a fiat were all colors

in your smile at the door of my eyes, and in the next door is

your heart as if the sea did not exist and neither did the

miles, miles, miles - whose legs won't go

to separate our souls and not even say "stop!"

for we are Saint Cecilia's knights and we both believe in love

along the paths of the sea, along the paths of heaven - you came,

i saw, i feel you despite

those miles, miles, miles.