Cracking fire place.
Cat\'s velvety purr .
Three notes from an old jazz.
Tune that tells of the passing time
and sens of nostalgia ,
for when Ella was there ...
Three chords in raindrops,
running like children
along the thread of life ...
Death came when I was away ,
and left a recall in the regrets box...
Do you remember an autumn evening
that began with \'\'Once upon a time ? \'\'
I wasn\'t an elegant poet ,
but a charming Bohemian .
You hadn\'t given in yet ...
All we have left are three little piano impro\'
that dreamed of San Remo .
Ciao amore !
The fallen leaves of the passion were not allowed
to enter the forbidden garden .
Dance this slightly crazy walz offered to solitude
at the instant of the last pulse ,
when the rose\'s crimson leaves a scent of oblivion
between the yellowed pages of the book from before...
The shadow of the winged-souls chimeras
drift as they spiral through unspoken oaths
in a fleeting sarabande ...
A \'\'Belle Dame \'\' Creature born of a choregraphic fever ,
lays her pale palms upon the ivory keys ,
playing a funeral autumn sonata .
The gloomy sky weeps the long ecstasy
of deceased promises ...
If only you could hear me ?
You left too quickly without telling me ...
I opened the box of remorses ,
finding this reminder left for me by the \'\'Bella Donna\'\'
I met once upon a time in San Remo .
Ciao Amore !
Three musical notes drifting off to sleep ,
lulled by the feline\'s purring
and the cracking fire place ...