Bianca,
sweet sailing friend,
luller of dreams of lovers
who from the far shore let themselves go,
until you get lost on the horizon
to continue the love in your wake.

Bianca,
sweet sailing friend,
let’s sail together on the ocean waves
while the sea breeze blows over our destiny.

My face is serious, with joy and fear
but with you you don’t feel alone
and my eyes travel,
until stopping on the long blue barrier,
right over there, where the sun sets.

My gaze goes to seek company
among the great ships that rise far away,
that sail imposing
on the blue strip of the horizon.

Who knows what they see over there,
the tired eyes of the sailors who live on those ships,
who knows what they see beyond that blue line.

Oh! How would I like to bring on my return
these sounds of waves, sea and wind,
near the ears of the deaf,
and make the immense howling of friendly nature feel like this.

Oh! How I would like to bring you
this silence full of love.
How I wish you were here, sitting next to it,
to listen to the beat of my eyelashes and my heart,
that beats faster and more lonely when I think of you,
but you’re not here!

… and then, surf … surf,
White, sweet sailing friend

Eugenio – scritto nell’aprile 2019                 Dipinto di Siriano Nicodemi nel 2020