I need your voice.
I need your thoughts.
I need your ears.
I need your words.
I need our words.
I need your couch.
Your home’s odour.
Your smile.
Your tears.
Your hugs.
Our silences.
anch'io scrivevo un tempo lettere d'amore anch'io facevo ridere; le lettere d'amore, quando c'è l'amore, per forza fanno ridere.
Yes, of course,
because of our past.
Yes, we two
hand in hand
through our future.
Of course.