You came –
determined,
because I was large,
because I was roaring,
but on close inspection
you saw a mere boy.
You seized
and snatched away my heart
and began
to play with it –
like a girl with a bouncing ball.
Poi sei venuta tu,
e t’è bastata un’ occhiata
per vedere
dietro quel ruggito,
dietro quella corporatura,
semplicemente un fanciullo.
L’hai preso,
hai tolto via il cuore
e così,
ti ci sei messa a giocare,
come una bambina con la palla.
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