HESPERUS
Silvano Adami
My summer - Passion
LOVE
What is love?
It's not a word
to be used lightly.
It's not love to say I love you,
it's not love to bring gifts or flowers,
it's not love if you expect it
to be reciprocated.
True love is giving yourself,
give without receiving,
rejoice with those you love
and suffer with him,
always be close to him
even when it's difficult;
help him get up when he falls
and stay in the shadows by his side.
ONE
I have had many women around me
nice, kind and beautiful,
but after my mother and sisters
he only had one
the keys to my heart,
he only had one
all my love,
only one was my companion
in joy and in pain,
only one will be my companion
until the day of the Lord
TO MY LOVE
Everything tells me about you;
the stars that shine
they tell me about your eyes;
the sun laughing in the sky
tells me about your smile;
the grass that moves lightly
in the breath of the wind
tells me about your hair;
the song of garrulous birds
in the beautiful spring sky
it speaks to me of your voice;
the red roses
with soft and velvety petals
they tell me about your lips.
Everywhere I turn
I see your face,
I hear your voice.
My love, you have entered my heart
and I will never be able to forget you again
LOVE IS NOT
Love is not declared
to the sound of the bass drum
in the streets with bombastic words.
True love is declared in silence,
whispering, with a smile
"I love you"
Love is not demonstrated
with bouquets of red roses
and fragrant and expensive flowers.
True love proves itself
picking up a humble daisy
and offering it with a smile.
Love is not obtained
giving diamond rings as gifts
and precious gifts.
True love is achieved
looking each other in the eyes
and offering, with a smile,
your own heart
MISTS
How the sun shines
And pierces the clouds
Thus you disperse
The mists of my heart
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(not included in the book Dreams of Summer Nights as it was written at a later time)
WHAT IS TRUE LOVE?
It's what is born in an instant,
it clouds your mind,
burns you like a flame,
it consumes you, then it goes out
when they turn off
the desires of the flesh,
leaving smoking coals.
This is not true love.
It's what comes from a look,
makes your heart beat,
grows slowly,
it introduces you to your partner
in strengths and weaknesses
and you accept her as she is her,
you don't want to change it,
it doesn't burn you, it doesn't consume you
but it lasts forever,
even when fate separates us.
This is true love
(non inserita nel libro Sogni di notti d'estate in quanto scritta in tempi successivi)