Lemons of September

 

Per Antonio e Maria

 

September,

when the sea pleasantly shined 

under the sweet taste of salt and childhood

and, gently, crafted a small refuge

for the time of

my coldest disappointment and my biggest love.

When 

in September, 

above the memories of our Sun

you fade delicately in a warm moon

caressing my tears and the joys of being

the love that you and the water gave me.