I want you to know
one thing
You know how this is :
If I look at the crystal moon,at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window;
If I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas,light,metals,
Vere little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me
Well,now,if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little
If suddenly you forget me
do not look for me.
For I shall already have forgotten you

Whispers