(Lipari) (Sicilia 30)

a far stronger drug than cocaine,
this perfection.
to carry me inflamed with passion for life
completely alone
it has to be.

to show me continuously new levels of highs
of jealousy.
to bring me clouds of tastes and sights
tickle me,
I can’t be alive.

a far stronger elixir than rum,
this satisfaction.
to convince me so clearly of all that is possible
while solo
it has to be.

to tell me to relax and to receive complacency
from this stubborn mule!
to teach me to look and know the diamonds amongst the rough
I can’t be awake.

a far stronger feeling than happiness,
this love.
to want me bare and disheveled instead
wailing in joy
it has to be.