A 14 yr. old girl,
a 26 yr. old man:
two friends,
two poets,
two lovers without knowing.
Only 14 winters
but carries herself with maturity.
Without wanting to
she has fallen in love
with a man of 26.
For a long time he has lied to himself,
and he doesn't want to admit it.
It's too late,
he already loves her.
He cannot permit it.
She only observes him
and listens to him attentively.
She doesn't tell him what she thinks,
what she hides,
what she feels.
He comforms himself with so little:
with a slight touch of her hand,
with the aroma
of her hair,
dreaming a kiss from her lips.
She gets lost in his eyes,
in the depth of their amber.
In his presence
her bravery
transforms into cowardness.
He really wants to tell her
but hasn't been able to.
There is the gap between their age
and the opinion of society
that denotes it as improper.
She writes to him every night
dedicating hin her verses.
With hope,
she lets him see them,
but she keeps her secret.
He does the same
and shows her his notebook
full of love
and the desire
of recieving just one kiss.
She has taken a decision,
she has to tell him
that she loves him,
she desires him
that without him she won't live.
He has reached despair
If he sees her he will touch her.
Don't see her,
don't thouch her.
Today this has to stop.
She continued to wait,
but he never came back.
By surprise
and by mail
a notebook arrived.
Far, far away
there lives an insane man
with no name,
with no home,
with no job.
Everyone fears him.
No one tries to give him help.
In every female
he sees a girl
he has never forgotten.
They have found a 14 yr. old girl
laying in her room
grasping a notebook in one hand
and a knife
in the other.
From her hand,
still alive,
grasping on to the notebook,
she sees how her blood is leaving
with her last memory.
Tied to a strain jacket
a man lives in sourness
remembering nothing but a love
for whom he prefered to go insane for
before comitting an insanity.
Far, far away,
drowning in pitty and pain,
two confused parents
watch the grave of their little girl
who killed herself for love.
Going with her to her grave
tha little girl takes a notebook
full of verses
and blood
and of love: a secret love.
A 14 yr. old girl,
a 26 yr. old man;
he is insane,
she is dead:
a love that without being was.