"È 'stata il mio rifugio sicuro,
Quella finestra aperta,
Quando stavo male,
Quando stavo soffrendo,
La guardavo sempre,
Aspettando tempi e luoghi migliore.
Ancora oggi guardo quella finestra,
Ma più non vedo la sicurezza,
Non vedo una dolce bulgia,
Ma una verità amara,
Un'infanzia dimenticata,
Quella finestra chiusa."
- Nana Beluzzi
So yeah here is my first ever poem in italian! I don't know about you but I think everything sounds more romantic and plainly better in this marvellous language, and I'm really proud i was able to do this!
I confess I have quite the few mistakes and had it corrected on Lang-8 but that is how you grow, making mistakes and learning from them!
I hope you like it and until next time!
Nana
