Marta che parla con Dio - Enrico Ruggeri

Lo sguardo fatto di poesia

E quella sua malinconia

E quella timidezza,

Dava una tenerezza strana.

Dietro alle tende c’era lei

Pi?

Consapevole che mai,

Che si stava innamorando

Senza sapere quando e come.

Mentre passava lo guardava

Con il cuore impazzito:

Se l’amore non?

Ricambiato

Diventa follia.

E per la strada lo cercava

Come fosse un bambino.

Se l’amore consuma vicino

?

Un amore che dura di meno,

Ma l’amore ha bisogno di spazio,

L’amore respira,

L’amore va via.

Girano I giorni e il calendario

Come dei grani di un rosario

The look made of poetry

And that melancholy of hers

And that shyness,

It gave a strange tenderness.

Behind the curtains was her

Pi?

Aware that never,

That she was falling in love

Without knowing when and how.

As she passed she watched him

With a mad heart:

If love doesn't?

Reciprocated

It becomes madness.

And on the street she was looking for him

As if he were a child.

If love consumes near

?

A love that lasts less,

But love needs space,

Love breathes,

Love goes away.

The days and the calendar go around

Like the beads of a rosary