Di niente, metà - Gianmaria Testa

Keeping you all to myself

seemed to be stealing something

given the great abundance of life,

the two of us cooped up in just one story,

just one.

And so we said, let’s go,

and maybe we’ll come back some day

you took half of nothing,

I the other half, and then I closed

the door.

But the life that burns your hands

happened far from here,

mixed up and lost in the days

of other people’s time,

Marì…

and so we said let’s go,

and maybe we’ll come back some day

but that nothing divided in half

demanded that the door stay closed

forever.

And the life that burns your hands

happened far from here,

mixed up and lost in the days,

in other people’s days,

Marì…