In the June Light

We were flying like blindfolded gulls,
Over the roses in the June light.
But that was a long long time ago,
During our youth
So irresponsible, so ignorant.

Paolo Driussi

On a Late May Evening

You must not be surprised

If, living under your spell,

I will call your beautiful eyes my stars,

My destiny, my everything.

On a late May evening

Your kisses will make me drunk

And if I do not die of those kisses

I will not be worthy of life.

Paolo Driussi