God was dying on the sea blue, on his rowboat where he had asked me to join him. But the jealousy, the normality of the kids pushed me to decline, to shrug my shoulders at the salacious barbs. The scent of the sea filled the boats and you sang in your eyes giggling with victory.
(Transl. by Tim Small)
Dio mi moriva sul mare azzurro, sul suo pattino dove mi aveva invitato ad andare. Ma fu la gelosia, la normalità dei ragazzi a spingermi a rifiutare, ad alzare le spalle alle battute salaci. L’odore del mare riempiva le navi e tu cantavi negli occhi ridarella di vittoria.
