1974 - Story of my son

Then when you're talking of love
It is enough to look at you
And not to think
And from the bottom of my heart
Everything reaching the space
And flows away
Now in my sighs you lay down
And little by little you fall asleep
You open the palms of your hands
And a thick gentle rain
Is going to fall on you in a while
Will fall on me now that am near
And run over again one by one
The streets of sorrow and of joy
Upon which I have been walking
To come as far as you
And if ever the world will beat me down
So patiently and day by day
Now in your sleep you already walk
Along the ways of Galilee
together with him who will be born
Flowers are blooming from your skin
and from the bottom of my heart
We open the palms of our hands
And a dark gentle rain
Is going to fall on us in a while

Branduardi 74 (1974)