Estaté

Ah, Summer (Estaté)

translated from the song by Brighetti & Martino

Ah, summer—

Your warm embrace is like a kiss remembered

Once full of love but now it’s just an ember

Like something in the heart one wants to lose.

Ah, summer—

The sun that woke and warmed us every morning

That painted splendid sunsets every evening

Is just a burning hole inside my soul!

Another winter comes, and

All the petals dying on the rose

A thousand petals lie beneath the snows—

At least perhaps some peace might come again.

Ah, summer—

You gave your fragrant scent to every flower

And filled us with a love of so much power

So I could slowly perish in its pain!

Another winter comes and...

© Dan Goorevitch 2006

An Ally At Night

I love back allies: the slightly dangerous places where one finds
new hinges on broken doors, the heavy wood collapsing;
the utter silence of lamplight on cold cars, the haze of long corridors of space:
the rare beauty the city hides in the back of its mouth, the we in who we really are behind the glittering smile, where my soul sighs and says “I’m home.”

© Dan Goorevitch 2009