Marta Gazzola I don’t know if
you are thinking of me.
I look at the trees
and cry drops of joy
to water the garden
to let the Earth thrive.
But I still don’t know
if you are feeling
it’s me
under the roots
in the fire that burns
or up there in the Sky
when the clouds aren’t grey.
And still, I don’t know
if you are thinking of me.
Do you remember the day
when your sadness was mine?
Can you recall the bright future
we dreamed of, together?
I am thinking of you,
for I am feeling there’s you
in every move that I do.
Beyond the far horizon
we all share the same view.