In Paris

It was summer or … it doesn’t matter

Our hearts looked out

far away

from the balcony in flowers,

cars paraded in a row,

like trains

in the “petites ruelles.”

You were beautiful!

Your eyes lit up green

when they crossed mine.

You were singing some verses of ” Jaques Brel“

at “Place de la Concorde,” on June 7th of the eighty-sixth,

in Paris

at the center of the world

A Parigi

Era d’estate o…poco importa. Si affacciavano i nostri cuori,/dalle finestre infiorite/ mentre le auto sfilavano in fila/ come treni /nelle petites ruelles./ Tu eri bellissima!/ I tuoi occhi si accendevano di verde ogni volta che incrociavano i miei./ Cantavi alcuni versi di Brel,/ a Place de la Concorde,/ il sette Giugno dell’ottantasei,/a Parigi/ al centro del mondo.