It was in this way, unintentionally
that we began to love each other
that we were sneaking
into these breasts
that expected nothing from love.
It was like this, unintentionally
that a feeling was born
which blooms every day
when I think of you,
when I smile
when I sigh
and you, you are the owner
of all that.
It was born this way
one ordinary day
a December perhaps
or better a January
Or it was a winter
or a warm summer
that warmed our hearts
with the desire for love
It was like this, between letters
between smiles,
in the midst of chats,
in nights of terulia
that I began to love you
And now what?
I don't know!
I don't know if this love
is enough for both of us
But what I do know
Is that I love you.
