It will not last.
Isn't that what they say
About love and the world?
Empires rise and fall.
One day you're safe,
The next day you're sorry.
A che serve?
What's the point
Of building your house in a tree
When hope is just a flighty thing
Ho sognato di tornare in Italia.
I dreamed of going back to Italy.
There I was sitting in a restaurant,
Everybody wishing me well,
Everybody saying goodbye,
Everybody telling me I’d earned it.
E subito mi sono resa conto
And all of a sudden I realized –
Wait a second –
I was flying out of JFK tomorrow
Ma ancora non avevo comprato un biglietto.
But I hadn’t bought a ticket.
So maybe I shouldn’t go.
At least, not now.
Not while there was still hope.
Non mentre c’era ancora la speranza.
Sept. 15, 2015