To Charlotte

Scrutinizing, with light up memory,
Your childish smile,
Your fiminile hesitations, that,
On the waves of the failed translation,
Suspended, I caught a glimpse,
Without being able to undestand your enchantment.

You escape me, Charlotte,
It escapes me your charm,
It escapes me the signum of your smile,
It escapes me, in short, the fugacity of your palpitating femininity.

Perhaps it's just as that,
And there are things to be left untouched,
To freely flow on the course of time,
And the revolving of it's waves.

So, I leave you now, Charlotte,
Waiting for a next visit, both of us in the dark theatre room.