Behind the mountains south of Dali
Kneeling near the shore, I don't look down, but I stare at the horizon, behind the mountains south of Dali.
I've been all over the world with George, because he wanted us to be alone for a little while more.
And he took me everywhere.
But the truth is that we're never really been alone.
under every bridge, on the top of every tower,
in every cloud of sand, in the shadow of every lotus flower,
I've found a piece of you.
And now I soak my cold hand in your hot blood,
and yet again,
it feels like your fingers are entwining with mines.
Just like, as a child, I would draw the river that was born in the valley, behind the hills,
now I can just imagine the water of the Red River leading me to you.
They show me the way to that mountain,
behind which lies my love.
George's hand is now cold on my shoulder.
"You know, I didn't think it woud actually be red", he tells me, with half a smile that I can't see, but that I'm sure is there.
I lower my eyes to my hand, still keeping yours. But I can feel it slip away, just like my future with you did.
I let the light of the sun make me half-close my eyes, as I seek for you, beyound the mountains.
"I did", I whisper, more to you than to him.
I'm Italian, so excuse any mistake, but please do not hesitate to make me aware of it.
