I want you to know one thingYou know how this isIf I look at the
crystal moonAt the red branch of the slow autumn at my windowIf I
touch near the fire the impalpable ash Or the wrinkled bodyof the
logEverything carries me to youAs if everything that exists -
aromas, light, metalsWere little boats that sail toward those
isles of yours thatwait for meWell, nowIf little by little you
stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly
you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten
youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that
passesthrough my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of
the heart where Ihave rootsRememberThat on that day, at that
hour, I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek
another landBut, if each day, each hour, you feel that you are
destined formeWith implacable sweetnessIf each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek meAhh my love, ahh my own, in me
all that fire is repeatedIn me nothing is extinguished or
forgottenMy love feeds on your love, beloved