The colourful black petals,
Held by the white stem,
Sepals rooted in happy mourning,
Thorn into my skin and bite,
My shaking hand stays still,
I squeeze and blood pours,
Let the ground taste,
Could you kiss the black rose, Giulia?
Could you kiss my burning cheek?
Could you promise me tomorrow,
But remember today?
The rose doesn\'t need a body,
It needs a soul,
I do not need your body,
I do need your soul close to mine.