if

    i want you know one thing
    you know how this is
    if i look at the crystal moon
    at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window
    if i touch near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log
    everything carries me to you
    as if everything that exists
    aromas ,light,medals
    or little boats that sail toward
    those isles of your that wait for me
    well now, if little by little
    you stop loving me
    i shall stop loving you
    little by little
    if suddenly you forget me
    do not look for me
    for i shall already have forgotten you
    if you think it long and mad
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life
    and you decide to leave me
    at the shore of the heart where i have roots
    remember ,that on the day ,at that hour
    i shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land
    but,if each day ,each hour
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness
    if each day a flower climbs
    up to your lips to seek me
    ah my love, ah my own
    in me all that fire is repeated
    in me nothing is extingguished or forgotten
    my love feeds on your love, beloved
    and as long as you live
    it will be in your arms without leaving mine.