I’d like to speak of this memory, but it’s so faded now -as though nothing’s left- because it was so long ago, in my adolescent years.
A skin as though of jasmine… that August evening -was it August?- I can still just recall the eyes: blue, I think they were… Ah yes, blue: a sapphire blue.
Dire vorrei questo ricordo… Ma s’è così spento… quasi nulla resta: lontano, ai primi anni d’adolescenza, posa. Pelle di gelsomino… E la sera d’agosto (agosto fu?) ormai ricordo appena gli occhi: azzurri, forse… Oh, azzurri, sì! Come zaffiro azzurri.
