“Love, Passion and Torment” by Benedetto Corrente.
Poems that fly over the waves in Scauri, sad words that appear in the loneliness of winter days, joyful words coming from sunny summer days, thoughts that become melody, that only the heart can turn into music.
We are away in our atoll, lost in the ocean of the senses. Melted in the heavenly enchantment… And even sweet words catch fire at the sun. The picture of you, left in the wind, miserably torments me… Recalls and regrets what not said? You cry deep inside, the nightmare becomes alive… Oh carefree and sad sea! With wet eyes you cover my distant thought. If I touch the falling intangible water, I feel it’s the fresh caress that causes goose bumps, I feel you… In the wind I look for love, the kind of love that could be entirely lived.
Translated text Romina Elaine Simmons