Amore pop [English translation]

For all that I did and said about you

kilometres of forgiveness wouldn’t be enough,

I start the journey and wait for you.

That then, let’s talk clearly, I, without your eyes,

am a poor Christ who’s looking for his cross.

I wish I could exchange them with mine.

I miss you that I almost hate you

and then I hate that I almost miss you

but, in the meantime, I miss you

and today perhaps even a bit more.

And I’ll find that I need you

while I’m already looking for you for a while,

we’ll be like two lovers in a movie

that, regardless, ends well.

I smell the scent of your words,

they taste of oranges and southern sea.

We, who do not go for pop love

that doesn’t let us be well.

For all that I feel, that I think about you,

a literature per month wouldn’t be enough

but, in the meantime, I’m starting to write, to write.

Because, let’s face it, without your mouth,

I’m empty and feel almost useless

like the “r” in a Marlboro.

I miss you that I almost hate you

and then I hate that I almost miss you

but, in the meantime, I miss you

and today perhaps even a bit more

I’ll hang our gazes in the Louvre

so that someone will steal them

and then we’ll find them in a bar

sitting at a table.

I smell the scent of your words,

they taste of oranges and southern sea.

We, who do not go for pop love,

that doesn’t let us be well,

that doesn’t let us be.

We are like dust in the darkness

that, if you don’t see it, it nevertheless is there.

And I’ll find that I need you

while I’m already looking for you for a while.

We, who do not go for pop love,

that doesn’t let us be well,

that doesn’t let us be well,

that doesn’t let us be well,

that doesn’t let us be.

• Artist:Antonio Maggio