To be 17 again after having lived a century
is like comprehending symbols without being a savant,
to suddenly be fragile again, like a second in time,
to feel profoundly again, like a child before God.
That is what I feel in this fruitful moment.
Love entangles itself like ivy on a wall,
and it spreads like moss on a stone.
My steps go back in time as yours move forward.
The rainbow of our alliance has penetrated in my nest,
with all its colour it has passed through my veins,
and even the strong chain that ties us to destiny
is like a diamond that lights my serene soul.
Love entangles itself like ivy on a wall,
and it spreads like moss on a stone.
it spreads like moss on a stone, yes.. yes.. yes..
What feelings can inspire, knowledge cannot.
nor can the clearest justice, nor the broadest thoughts.
Everything is changed by that moment whose complacent magician
carries us softly away from animosity and violence.
Only love with its chemistry can make us innocent again.
Love entangles itself like ivy on a wall,
and it spreads like moss on a stone.
it spreads like moss on a stone, yes.. yes yes..
Love is like a whirlwind of original purity
even ferocious animals whisper its sweet sound,
it stops pilgrims in their journey, it liberates prisoners.
Love, with its sparkling magic, turn old people into children again
and its spell makes evil people pure and sincere once more.
Love entangles itself like ivy on a wall,
and it spreads like moss on a stone.
it spreads like moss on a stone, yes.. yes.. yes..
The window flew wide open as if by enchantment.
Love entered with its mantle like a warm morning,
disguised by the beauty of the moon, it made jasmine bloom,
flying like Seraphim placing jewels throughout the sky
this cherub brought me back to being 17 again.
Love entangles itself like ivy on a wall,
and it spreads like moss on a stone.
it spreads like moss on a stone, yes.. yes.. yes..
O living flame of love,
how tenderly you wound
my soul in her profoundest core!
You are no longer shy
Do it now, I ask you:
break the membrane of our sweet union.
O soothing cautery!
O wound that is a joyous gift
O gentle hand ! O delicate touch !
tasting of eternity.
repaying every debt !
Killing, you turn my death to life
O lamps of human fire,
in deep transparency
the lowest caverns of the senses,
once shadowy and blind,
flare in light and warmth,
and wake the lover with amazing joy !
How lovingly and soft
you make my breasts recall
where you alone lie secretly:
and with your honeyed breath
replete with Grace and Glory,
how tenderly you make me love !
O living flame of Love !
Pouring out a thousand graces,
he passed these groves in haste;
and having looked at them,
with his image alone,
clothed them in His beauty.
Pouring out a thousand graces,
he passed these groves in haste;
and having looked at them,
with his image alone,
clothed them in His beauty.
Pouring out a thousand graces,
he passed these groves in haste; and having looked at them,
with his image alone, clothed them in His beauty.
