my soul is made of a different canvas,
my anger is on the border with my goodness,
the caress on your face is confused with my desperation,
to think that you’ll wake up early on the couch where your backs up
head on my legs.

I looked at you so much,
because I have dreamed you so much,

I’m sicilian,
my soul is made of a different canvas,
with different colors,
I can not accept your absence
but I must admit  what  i  see now

and t I have to  admit i  never known you,

Marta Dominic lodz,    index this.