1974 - Slowly

Then slowly you go down the hill
And whisper your words without sense;
I follow you as far as I can
And walk along as if I had no weight
Then slowly you open and withdraw
And quietly continue your dance,
While the thread you so sweetly unwind
Endlessly wraps and caresses me.
Oh my love, that is how I feel you breathing
And I know well what your fine breath is like,
When between reality and fantasy
The line we draw together is so slender.
Then slowly you move, and now your hands
Help me to understand what you say;
As long as time will come back
And bring to us what it can give, its barren gifts.
Then you look at me and I belong to you
You so small and I so far away:
I spy upon you while your eyes are clear
And they are gently looking for the shore.
Oh my love, that is how I feel you leaving
And I know well what your silence is like,
While between reality and helpless growing fantasy
The line that has been drawn is so heavy.

Branduardi 74 (1974)